I cherish the days where the thoughts that are inside me cascade out in a waterfall of lyrics, flowing into a completed poem. These thoughts that are inside me begin to drift out of my subconscious flowing into a poem and reflecting my inner soul. Fragments of my soul drift out of my subconscious and ...

It’s beautiful! It’s wonderful! It’s magical to see the creativity coming back to me. Yet, procrastination is still an enemy. I wait so long to plant the seeds, and then neglect the sprouts. They go without water, starving and dry. I must remember to water them and tend to them daily so they can grow ...