Confessions of a face

Glued to a conclusion
Stuck to an interpretation
Frozen from my past
Trapped to a single answer
I’m trapped and stuck with frozen glue that determines an answer to all
A single memory and moment that changed how I think now
Frozen glue holds my heart in place
All this with the same face


Peeking through for hope

Here’s a story
Not about the American dream
But about the silent screams
Some of us know about them
Some never will know
I’ve heard your cries
It just takes so much to try
Your gears turn as your tears pour
I’ve never meant to wait this long
The hallway never ending
Reached the exit of rescue
As your screams become more distant
Plucking them one by one
Slowly you pour out
Soon we have a room full
Each terrifying horrific story is told
We all have common experiences
But I sand out
I’ve made it through the thin crack
I can now see the sun and reply it is indeed hot and scorching
Soon all of them will be able to touch the sun without getting burned

Filling her in between the lines

We all have memories

Some want to forget them

Some want new ones

Some have bad memories

Some have great memories

Some climb mountains

Some want to be alone

Some want to party all night

What does a good friend of mine want?

Maybe just a higher education

Or is it to go outside her comfort zone?

Maybe, but honestly I couldn’t answer any of those

Only she can, and she gives us that opportunity

Go check out a good friend of mines blog

Friend’s blog

Dominican boys

Dominican boys

All they need is just a chance
A chance for a better life
A chance to grow to their full potential
They don’t deserve this life
Just look at those smiles

This is a picture when I went on a Mission trip to Dominican Republic. We fed a village that would last them a week. We played with the villagers, kids, parents, grandparents, and animals. Memories will last a lifetime!