My life My stories.
Schedule it in. Some days you may not get any time to do work on your craft, but there’s certainly a hole somewhere in your week where you can squeeze in 30 or 10 or even 5 minutes. Find that time and make it a priority to do the work.
Focus on what needs to be done. Stop worrying…
Look out the window. She carries a candle at midday.
Good morning world!! #sun #morning #amazing
Me and my favorite woman in the world.
“Chicago” by Sufjan Stevens and “Clocks” by Coldplay played over each other.
Whoever discovered this opened too many youtube windows at once.
2013…a continuation.
So the new year is only a few hours away. As I look back on this last year I realize how often I got sidetracked, lost my temper and neglected the things I knew I ought to do. Now I won’t make this a cliche post about how I am turning over a new leaf and all that rubbish.
I will say this though, I will continue the growing and learning process and I will build upon the foundation of things that have happened in the last 12 months. For me 2012 was the beginning of a new chapter in my life and 2013 will merely be the next part of the unfolding story.
So come now 2013 let us journey onward together.
Yea this is how I dance…dont judge me!!! :P
(via swoozie)
The Ghost Of Home
Standing beside the marble arch underneath dismal skies
You linger in the remembrance of why you stand on the edge of town
Come now dear it is time to return to your abandoned dwelling
Arm yourself for the road home will be dangerous
For in the thistles and dark forests lie both man and beast
The sun will not shine when you reach your cliff dwelling
Nor will there be any wind to guide you along the broken road
The ocean will not aid you in finding calm for your quivering soul
This dwelling you once called home is all but gone
The wooden walls have been ravaged by both nature and beast
The ceiling beams have collapsed to reveal somber skies
The ghost of your father sits in his chair by the broken staircase
While your mother weeps upon your return.
The Sun
In the market they stand back and whisper among themselves.
In the streets they follow close behind.
Children laugh and point.
The women ask if I am sick or cursed by the gods.
The elders ask “Why are you so dark”?
I smile “I have been kissed by the sun”.
