inside the mind of a storyteller
What a difference a year makes.  I’ll be married June 16th 2012.  

What a difference a year makes.  I’ll be married June 16th 2012.  

There’s no hope in giving up, but there is a rebirth in accepting reality and moving on.  One door closed.  I can already sense the depth and enormity of this long hallway I’m about to walk through to get to the next.  Give me strength.

There’s no hope in giving up, but there is a rebirth in accepting reality and moving on.  One door closed.  I can already sense the depth and enormity of this long hallway I’m about to walk through to get to the next.  Give me strength.

I awoke under a tree to a beaming light consuming me.  I felt like I was being pulled up out of my body towards the light.  Just my mind floating into the sky.  I took a breath and felt my feet on the ground.  ”Damn it”.

I awoke under a tree to a beaming light consuming me.  I felt like I was being pulled up out of my body towards the light.  Just my mind floating into the sky.  I took a breath and felt my feet on the ground.  ”Damn it”.