Writer

Hey all of you I know its been a while. But I can finally get back to writing now that things are a bit calmer.

From a deep connection is born a child. From a child is born a dream. From a dream is born a hobby. From a hobby is born a career. From a career is born  relationship. From a relationship is born a deep connection. From a deep connection is born a child.

I conquered, though life isn't over, it is still too short to waste on needlessness. .Everyday challenges are better taken on with a clear conscience and strong will. Once the challenges that are set forth to test what you have learned through out your life, the only natural part of life in the never ending cycle is death. Even after death there is always  new beginning. 

Stuck within yourself not knowing what to do. Things are hard, times are rough. No way out of the prison within your mind. Shackled through the age. Ignorance is bliss, but truth is the drug of the soul tying you to your own down fall. A glimmer of light shines as you free yourself from your own incarceration. Free to fly, free to soar, free to make the choice of direction as your heart guides your wings. False hope fills the mind as u glide down ever more, Stuck again, never to know where to go with the freedom of choice through the bars of the infinite cage of sorrow.  

Illusion fills the void of a mid light bliss. Afraid of the simplistic truth of what has been, and what is yet to come. Denial sweeps the mind, as sorrow sweeps the heart. Shes gone, what happened? Is there hope, is there a cause, or is it fate? Infatuation replaced by emptiness, bliss replace with doubt, and comfort replaced a burning desire for more. Alone in your mind and trailing in your heart. The pieces become more, and feeling becomes obsolete. Till a new dream, darkness envelops the world around.

The instant you fall asleep you are in a different world. Not feeling any different from the last, where your ideas take form. Your internal mind takes the shape of your external desires, and the dream becomes real. Reality shaken from thought while you slumber, your dream is reality. A new world open to the abundance of idea, desire, and preference. All is just a memory as you wake.