I wish that writing would come as easily to me as it used to. That the moment my fingers hit the keys I would be instantly inspired. For as long as I could remember whenever I was feeling, anything, I would sit down with a pen and some paper and write until my fingers were sore ( Read more... )

She'll never be the same ( Read more... )

Life has a funny way of taking the same monotonous path every day and suddenly feeling brand new. It's a beautiful thing ( Read more... )

I'm sick of sitting here waiting and debating what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. I already know what I love. I already know what makes me happier than anything else in the world. That would be music and writing. I can't go a day without listening to some kind of music. I love it. I love writing equally as much. And I don't know how I'm ( Read more... )

Moving on.  Moving forward. Because life is only wasting if you don't love what you're doing. Although summer is coming to a screeching halt. I'll imagine the sun shining on my face and the smell of the ocean until I get the chance to see is again. If you have a good friend, good music, lot's of energy, and a great imagination any day can be summer ( Read more... )