I have always loved the expression of words.

“The Art of Communication”

I have always been a firm believer in writing, and never had a problem expressing myself. Some say you can see exactly what I am thinking through my eyes. Simply because I do not believe in not saying what I feel because all it leads to is questions left unanswered and important things left unsaid. To me, that would be like my own personal prison, and who really wants to live that way?

Life is beautiful and I do not tend to ever waste it, and if I can document it along the way because I have a special craving for creativity, then why not? Everyone has a story to share, and it is sad some are too afraid to share it because everyone is fascinating in their own way.

Also, my writings are clarity in a world full of confusion. I’m crazy, up and down, out of control, always late, and a huge mess ninety percent of the time, and can never figure out why sometimes, but when I sit down with my ink and paper…simply put…I just let go. No fear of judgment. I remain completely honest and true. It is like my unconscious begins to speak and I finally see clearly for the first time what is causing my inability to concentrate. It’s therapy. My clarity in a chaotic world.

As a collection, my writings are about the rollercoaster love for the only man I ever loved. An emotionally crazy, can’t breathe, can’t sleep, addictive, painfully beautiful never-ending love story. [Least I like to think so.] The story is about a girl who truly fell in love with a boy when she was only 15 years of age. However, she never even told this boy until 3 to 4 years later, to never hear him say it back till almost 2 years later. However, the writings began when the feelings became undeniable. There was just something about this boy that would never be undone. I could not help but to take a flying leap from Heaven’s sky, to be with him, there for him and most importantly to love him… selflessly. The fall has been painful every day, and sometimes I feel like I have finally hit the ground…however, I keep taking the leap and I just keep falling, praying I will finally fly.

Taking that leap was one of the scariest things I have ever done before, however, I would never ever rewind and even while still falling I am wondering if I’ll ever be caught in his arms [or the arms of another] but…. I would never fast forward to find out either. Every second of the fall has been a fascinating part of my story to tell. The pain is what makes it real, and I love not knowing the ending to my story.

So this blog is devoted to my story. These writings are all real, they are all true, and they are all my words. I write whatever I am feeling at that moment and without any fear, but some of the poetry will be old because I plan to try to post them in order from day one I fell in love for the first time in my life. The day I was blessed to receive a gift from God that most people never get to truly experience in life. The gift to selflessly love someone with all your heart and soul that not even your family and best friends can understand you. A love that is unexplainable and so rare. An emotional rollercoaster that is so crazy that you cannot even understand yourself. How you could hate someone so much, but love them with all your heart and soul? [It can drive a person insane.] Their pain is your pain, their happiness is your happiness, even if they choose to not be with you and consistently break your heart over and over again… you always go back. You just cannot leave them, your heart remains still… numb…. until the day they will finally realize…it’s always been you.

This is how I’ve grown. This is a part of who I am today, and who I will become tomorrow. These words are from my perspective, but regardless you will use them however you like [from your perspective]. Stripped and possibly alone with my thoughts, I will write, even if I am [Talking to Myself]…
I stand naked before you.

[It is nice to meet you!]