Sinópse: Poetry, short musings, and maybe even a few rants. A very sneak peek at the workings of a scattered individual. Will it entice you? Will it reel you in, and keep you there? Blow your mind with new thought concepts? Or blow right over your head? It is best just to stop at the sneak peek, and not delve any farther. Will you stop? Can you? Will you resist the urge to view a bit of insanity written out before your very eyes, the slow process of a person going, going, gone. No, it is not that much INSANITY, but there may be just a little introverted, indelible impression made on your very soul. From one heart, mind, and soul to another. Genuinely, and lovingly written, over the span of fifteen years I’ve written these, and others for self improvement and encouragement. Now, I want others to see, and feel encouraged, if even a bit, by any bit of my work, I’ll have considered myself a genuine success in life, and as an aspiring author. Want to let me out. Want to let my words, written, and felt, out for everyone to feel, and read. Keep, and hopefully love, as I have kept, and loved them all these years. I am sharing a big part of my very essence. I’ve taken solace in writing, escape in reading. Would like to share them both, solace and escape, with the entire reading community, and maybe even a few members of other communities: ). It is my pleasure to share. It is my desire to see my work out in the world. To breathe, and begin a life separate from me, to grow, meet, and touch the hearts of all it encounters. This is only the beginning folks, get yourselves ready for more, and more. Probably in the fantasy world, but also here in the heart of poetry land. My beginning is small, as are my needs. My goals, and desires are taller than tall. I’m just a girl/woman who wants to touch the world in any tangible fashion. My writing is the only tangible thing I’ve had to lend, but haven’t until just this very instant. It is a monumental thing I am doing. Heart pounding, head screaming, lungs wanting for air to breathe, I give and submit an actual living piece of me to the world. As we all should know it’s a cruel world, a harsh, very unforgiving world. I’m scared shitless. And I’m still here, typing, holding my stomach to remind myself to breathe, and keep on. For the world, not that my writing is monumental to the world, that the world couldn’t live without it. I just don’t want to have lived without showing it/me the world. Good, or bad. Here it is. Here I am. With all I am, and ever will be, I am ready, and able to take all things that I must to see success for my work, and other authors works, as well. We aren’t all of the same caliber, I know that unequivocally, without any inkling of a doubt, but we all have written pieces of us floating out there, or in a binder by our beds, but we all have a love for words, written, and writing them, we have a common love, and battle that should unite us, remind us that we can help, that we can see success, as well as feel it ourselves. Whether you soar alone or with a friend, does it undermine the fact that you SOARED. No, never will. It isn’t soaring if you’ve stepped on the other birds to get there, more like climbing a heap of your friends to reach a castle of ashes. I am human, willing to share my very soul. And help along the way. Human, or beast, enjoy every morsel laid before you, given upon this table, life’s table, for you to feast eyes, mouth, and brains on. Remember aspire to get wherever you go with good intentions, hurting beings along the way won’t pave the brightest way, may succeed. Still could fail, wouldn’t you rather it be your own steam, and endurance, hope, love, hard work that got you there. Good or bad? Well, that’s what I am, and how I feel. Not thinking on changing. Hope is a strong friend to have. The heart to keep on with the goals you’ve set is hard to have. So be the best you, while working towards the best for you. Your very soul yearns to be free, mingle and soar, why no