Somedays you just want to write.

Somedays you just do not want to do nothing at all.

You do something anyway jus so you can you did something instead of nothing at all.

Just do something.

Poem: Seeing Me

What do you see when you look at me?

Do you see the sense of hurt that hangs from my sleeve?

Do you see the lust of worries that stares deep in my eyes?

Do you see the mounting of stress that makes me not breathe?

The things that look good no longer feels or see me.

The thought of being a person that no one can see is becoming attractive to the eye.

Living in a place that brings no hope for the day.

The things that make you smile now bring the tears down the eyes.

When you see me are you seeing me?

Are you seeing the person that I want you to, see?

Think before you speak, this book cover is not what you think.