I listen to my library.
I discover new sounds and I'm still amazed at the things given to me. The feelings and emotions that flow through me. I can't express it. The music does it for me.
I am in love with sound. The beauty of all that is around us.
Can you feel it?
Does it move you?
Breath it.
Live it.
Believe in it.
Know it.
Learn from it.
Embrace it.

I am blessed for all the things I have. Is it enough? I can't help but feel I'm missing something. My words are spoken and lost in translation. And I have the hardest time expressing myself. When I feel my actions are justified and yet I am unable to define exactly why. Again, it's a fact that I am no debater. I am made of fail. Simply put.

This is not depression. Which sounds quite wrong, but true. I'm just contemplative as to where I am, what I want and where I should be. I think it's the gemini in…

For the past few months I've been working my ass off. Depression hit HARD, I was working 3 jobs. Had no time for me, my family, my joys, my friends, NOTHING. I came home and slept. Somehow I managed to read a few books, but that's about it. I had signed up for a Copy Writing Class and the work book still sits on my living room floor. Speaking of living room floor, my house is in major need of some TLC. The good news, I am now able to give it the attention it needs, which I have discovered…