Still rummaging through old boxes of random journals and notebooks…Came across these notes, confirming once again, that my journey to my voice and my path to the true me began long ago.
In a place of constant noise and dark tunnels, it’s difficult to find your way to peace and meaning. I close my eyes and imagine freedom, light and color. Superficial drudge masks the life we are capable of living. Live in the light and color, and live free.
To dream, I do
To be loved, I am
To write, I can
To inspire, I hope