It's time to admit my sins...

I've done the Dance of Italy.

I'm not proud.

I can't promise it won't happen again,

But I feel it's time to come forward.

Momento Mori

“Don’t go… don’t leave me.. Lora… please… NO!” I wake up screaming, sweat covering my body. I look around the room, searching for her, but I remember. She isn’t here. And she won’t come back.

Wondering what time it is I check the alarm next to my bed. It is little after 3:00 am. I let out a groan.

I am such an idiot, I think as I rub my eyes and stand up. Slowly I make my way to...

I am so very tired of these people 
The ones who tell me they are trying now
They preach and place their hands in a steeple
Saying I am hurting you, oh but how? 
Now I reside in endless fear, unjust!
The sweet cocoon of childhood soon popped 
And they believe me still of them to trust
So yes, after the insults for they shopped
I can't believe a word thee said, darling
Thee pelts me with an endless spray...

Fate and Chance hold the cards.

        Crystals.  Some bigger than others.  Some older than others.  Others hidden.  Some glistening, some dim.  Nonetheless, all crystals are endless and omnipresent.  They will always continue to be created, for there are innumerable amounts of these crystals already dispersed throughout this ever-expanding cave.  And I like to call that cave, Our Universe, and the crystals, its History.  

        History is important to me not only because I think it is necessary to know the origins of oneself, of one’s culture; the...

        Crystals.  Some bigger than others.  Some older than others.  Others hidden.  Some glistening, some dim.  Nonetheless, all crystals are endless and omnipresent.  They will always continue to be created, for there are innumerable amounts of these crystals already dispersed throughout this ever-expanding cave.  And I like to call that cave, Our Universe, and the crystals, its History.  

        History is important to me not only because I think it is necessary to know the origins of oneself, of one’s culture; the...

My mind peacefully returns from sleep,
With the rising orange sun to greet me,
As it peeks through the trees outside my window,
And I smile rests on my face,
As I stare at its beauty.
I curl up,
Feeling safe and free,
Glad to open my eyes for another day,
Glad to be alive,
To be breathing.
Finally, I was content. 

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Usually when I hear the alarm,
Waking me up from peaceful sleep,
Into this dark, stressful world,  ...

It's time to admit my sins...

I've done the Dance of Italy.

I'm not proud.

I can't promise it won't happen again,

But I feel it's time to come forward.

Momento Mori

“Don’t go… don’t leave me.. Lora… please… NO!” I wake up screaming, sweat covering my body. I look around the room, searching for her, but I remember. She isn’t here. And she won’t come back.

Wondering what time it is I check the alarm next to my bed. It is little after 3:00 am. I let out a groan.

I am such an idiot, I think as I rub my eyes and stand up. Slowly I make my way to...

I am so very tired of these people 
The ones who tell me they are trying now
They preach and place their hands in a steeple
Saying I am hurting you, oh but how? 
Now I reside in endless fear, unjust!
The sweet cocoon of childhood soon popped 
And they believe me still of them to trust
So yes, after the insults for they shopped
I can't believe a word thee said, darling
Thee pelts me with an endless spray...

Fate and Chance hold the cards.

        Crystals.  Some bigger than others.  Some older than others.  Others hidden.  Some glistening, some dim.  Nonetheless, all crystals are endless and omnipresent.  They will always continue to be created, for there are innumerable amounts of these crystals already dispersed throughout this ever-expanding cave.  And I like to call that cave, Our Universe, and the crystals, its History.  

        History is important to me not only because I think it is necessary to know the origins of oneself, of one’s culture; the...

        Crystals.  Some bigger than others.  Some older than others.  Others hidden.  Some glistening, some dim.  Nonetheless, all crystals are endless and omnipresent.  They will always continue to be created, for there are innumerable amounts of these crystals already dispersed throughout this ever-expanding cave.  And I like to call that cave, Our Universe, and the crystals, its History.  

        History is important to me not only because I think it is necessary to know the origins of oneself, of one’s culture; the...

My mind peacefully returns from sleep,
With the rising orange sun to greet me,
As it peeks through the trees outside my window,
And I smile rests on my face,
As I stare at its beauty.
I curl up,
Feeling safe and free,
Glad to open my eyes for another day,
Glad to be alive,
To be breathing.
Finally, I was content. 

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Usually when I hear the alarm,
Waking me up from peaceful sleep,
Into this dark, stressful world,  ...