How can I describe my Dad? Words are not enough to explain the love I have for him. He’s more than a dad to me. He’s the definition of humble, faithful, honest and a man. He is my expectation and mirror of a husband; if he doesn’t act like my dad, he’s not the one.… More Daddy? It’s Your Turn
A little less. A little more. People have taken more than they have given. They’ve subtracted in amounts that outweigh their addition to my life. How do you go on when those that you trust, let you down? Or worst… How do you continue when the one that let you down, is yourself?
I blame you. You want to know why? Why I can’t hold a grudge against someone who for all intents and purposes, deserves much more than that? Why I can’t lay on the ground, rolling in my own mess and distress for longer than necessary? Or why I can’t stay in a pit dug by others by their… More It’s Your Fault
The mind. The heart. The soul. The spirit. A baby that is formed in the womb and as one trimester changes to the other, bit by bit, little by little; the foetus develops hands, toes, lips, ears, a heartbeat and becomes a “human” being. Emotions and feelings: anger, love, envy, jealousy and hate. Waking up… More On The Sixth Day
It’s more than just the pavement or the cracking sidewalk. It’s more than somewhere you pass by and don’t give a second thought to. It’s a dwelling place, a common ground, a meeting point for those who have no motive. It’s familiarity. What do you think of when you hear the word “Streets”? “Street-cred”? “Road… More On The Streets