I Want to Know You

I want to know you, I mean really know you. And I don't mean what you do for a living, or your favorite food.
What makes your blood boil?
Your stomach ache?
Your heart race?
What crosses your mind in the middle of the day?
What makes you so happy that your eyes crinkle at the corners and your mouth forms more lines at the edges?

Because, I want to know you.

How do you like your eggs and how do you take your coffee?
What's your favorite song?
Do you play it too loud so you can feel it down to your bones?
Who or what inspires you?
Who's your favorite author?
Do you get lost in his words?
Are you lost already?

Because, I want to know you.

Do you drink now to forget or for no reason at all?
Has your past made you, or broken you?
Where are your scars, what stories do they tell?
What keeps you awake at night, staring endlessly into the darkness?
Whats the last thing that crosses your mind before you close your eyes?
Will you tell me?

Because I want to know you, I mean really know you.

Why Do You Write?

Writing is my release, simple as that. I write for many reasons.  I write to try and let go of all that I'm holding onto inside. I write because it feels good, to let words flow across the page. It feels like I am truly creating something beautiful, and I love that. I love the feeling of creating art and having all come from my fingertips. 

But the main reason I write is because I truly want to reach people down into their soul.  Like your favorite song, no matter if it's the 1st, 5th, or 30th time you've heard it, that song still gives you chills and makes you feel something deep down. That's how I want to affect people.  I want them to feel as though they've just listened to their favorite song when they read my work. I just want to create an impact.

And for that, I won't stop until I reach people. And why should I, why should you?

Ps, Pardon my French on my picture. It fit too well to not post it.

Downtown. October, 2014.

These are a few shots I took last weekend when I went on my own little adventure downtown. I did a little exploring and it was completely worth it. Time spent with just yourself is so crucial. If you can't enjoy your own company, how is anyone else supposed to?

It Starts With You

Looking back through all of my journal entries prior to this year, I have a number of mixed emotions. Pity, surprise, joy, disappointment, etc. Although, the most overwhelming emotion I have is how proud of myself I am.

I am so proud of the independent woman I have become. It was a change that I didn't realize was occurring, but that's the beauty of it. I know that I've come a long way; been through my fair share of life's difficulties. But I am not broken. I consist of many scratches, some cracks and even a few missing pieces, but I am still whole.

I came across a quote that fit this post so perfectly:

If that's not one of the truest things I've ever read, I don't know what is. It really does start with yourself. Most days, I don't give myself enough credit. So I have to continuously remind myself that, I don't need anyone to take care of me. I never really did.

No matter what anyone tells you, you don't need anyone to take care of you. That's what you have yourself for. If there's anyone you can fully depend on, it's you.