Month: December 2016

The Love of the Essence

The lipstick held tight to her lips.

The dreams and passion held tight to her mind.

She promised herself that her thoughts would not leave her.

That she’d get them all on some sort of paper that she could retrieve and not leave her.

They danced through the music as if it were themselves…

Danced passed and through each other like ghosts.

Feathers and sweat falling to the ground.

Not making a sound.

But seen by the ones who saw.

And lived by the ones who saw life.

She had hoped no one could see her eyes,

teared up from across the room.

Or that no one would suddenly speak,

needing the audience of her face.

She wanted to reach out, not to their clothing or experience.

But to their soul, to their feelings that lived in her.

They kicked almost close to her face.

She assumed she was a ghost as well,

and their feet would pass through her presence.

Nothing could fathom the love of the essence.

Keep Dreaming

  I recently took a vacation for two weeks, which gave me a lot of time to reflect on my life back home. In the process I realized that it is easy to get lost in a dream and forget why you started. To blindly and persistently follow a path which has a foggy finish line, as well as crosses others paths. You think to yourself there was a reason why you started, and you try desperately to hold on to that. But let’s get real here, nothing in life that is worth it comes easy, and if you are taking the hard road the mind needs refreshed  every single day. So yes I’ll admit it, I have doubted myself, questioned every step I take, and forgotten the purpose of my journey at times. I truly believe that if you don’t know why your doing something then the full potential is not possible, so I inwardly reflect very often.

My time off reminded me why I began dreaming, and that is to inspire others to push themselves and to not go for something that they do not believe in, to be a risk taker. Also, to help others become more in touch with their emotional selves and allow that to create a deeper connection among people. If any step I take does not go down that path I will surely adjust to make it so.

As I was walking along the road on my vacation, there was a homeless man talking very loudly, and as everyone else was ignoring him, I was listening closely, and have written a small poem to express his impact.

Her soil was rich with color

Even the smallest seed grew

As she heard the whisper

Keep dreaming