Wow... The parallels I'm met with while researching are astounding. Heroes, and Inventors, and Prophets, Oh My! A stars death is celebrated when its fate is excepted, with a graceful bow, and a final show of brilliance it explodes, and so a billion stories are spread in the form of its ashes, stardust... … Continue reading The Joys of Writing: YOU ARE MORE THAN YOU SEEM
A Midnight Meeting With My Muse A beautiful lady paid a visit to my dreams, sprinkling musings of beautiful things throughout, she left symbols glittering for me to wonder about, Through the hazy feelings, I called questions back, but it didn't seem to work like that. She motioned me forward for one final … Continue reading The Joys of Writing: A Poem for You ❤ Part 2
Heroes and villains alike can never seem to get back to it fast enough. Be it a lair or a castle. Or a cabin in the mountains away from the world while submerging themselves fully into the true nature of it. Be it to celebrate, mourn, or lick their various wounds, seen and unseen, visible … Continue reading The Joys of Writing: There’s No Place Like Home
How to Mix a Princess So it's Sunday, and it's snowing and my grumpy underbelly is grumbling about how cold my run is going to be. If the wind is blowing I hope she goes gently, in the meantime I will satiate my irrational irritation with everything through a little cooking, and cleaning, and writing. … Continue reading The Joys of Writing: Character Building
Chapter One Somehow I know this is all my fault, but I can't seem to put the fractured pictures back into place properly. They're gone and it's my fault, I somehow wished for this because somehow I'm still here, this is my dream. I have to figure this out and the only way to do … Continue reading A Tale of Two Soul Sisters
I had a thought while running today that really stuck with me. I think it stuck with me because it was the perfect example of why I try not to say things out loud until I've properly thought them through. When words leave our lips too soon, before they are ready, they tend to leave … Continue reading Running Thoughts Are Better Left Written Down
Sometimes it begins with a picture, sometimes with a single sound, and then before you know it, you are out adventure bound, the structure of life was never meant to be rigid, buying into the cold cut American dream just seems frigid, peddling slices of humanity one piece at a time, selling the lot for … Continue reading I See You
What a powerful statement what a way to start, ripping that sentiment from the heart, words full of passion and all that I am, at this very moment, nothing else should matter than the fact that I am here, Here I Am, I will go where the wind takes me and listen to my whims, … Continue reading Fernweh, Here I Am
The Inkling 