"Love of God, Overflow, Permeate all my Soul"
Do you feel that? The emotional anticipation in your bones as you are wondering how something positive could be said about silly ol' Donald Trump. Impossible, right? Or could it be that a figure as polarizing as he causes your emotion to have a presuppositions on one side or the other? This was the case... Continue Reading →
Hate, Anger, and Helplessness... would be my three predominant thoughts if my little nephew was taken from my family and put into the bondages of the sex trafficking world. A criminal prostitution enterprise that is prevalent throughout the world, holding 25 million people as slaves and earning $32 billion per year. Here in Atlanta we’re among one... Continue Reading →
Words are short. She was perfect to look upon, As an adventurous fairy-tale read to a child. She was a miracle; New like the dawn of a Spring morning, Sweet like Trader Joe's cheese, Opportune like the refresh button fixing website glitches. Her melody is a luxury; Her vitality is a necessity. You don't know... Continue Reading →
It was only a two-month hiatus from Facebook. The plan was to take a break and relax at the [metaphorical] beach. I would sip on pina coladas while my mind was cleared from all the cutter Facebook brings. Everything was fine the first week. Soon enough, to my shock, I began to notice that I... Continue Reading →
The live band began to play as the newlyweds walked onto the floor for their first dance. O, how they danced. The young, twirling couple - a boy and a girl. Her head nuzzled into his cozy neck. His hand in her soft hair, clinging tightly. Her hand resting on his strong shoulders. His head... Continue Reading →
Tunnel vision. My motion, my focus, is analogous to that of a Nascar driver. Tunnel vision. I park my car, walk through the double doors, tread softly past the daycare commotion, dodge through the packs of chattering people, enter into the main sanctuary, and finally sit down with my eyes glaring toward the stage. My... Continue Reading →
It was the best of times; although, in this place here, there actually is no such thing as time - There is only timeless existence. Everyone here is so filled with joy that tears could continually flow from our eyes. Albeit, there are no tears here. The perfection of the sun shines so brightly that there is not a single shadow created from the luminous light. Still, there is no sun here.
Goodness gracious, I would probably wash Michael Vick's feet if I could! If there were 25 hours in a day, I would decrease my working hours as an engineer and apply for a part-time job to be Vick's personal butler.
A Fun & Outgoing Introvert 