It was a promise You pinned your hopes on It was a future You knew you owned. But it doesn’t happen Like it’s supposed to It came crashing down Like a brick on you. So for self-respect You refuse to just take it And for self-preservation You choose to quit.
Leading the way, marking memories
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
In the material and spiritual realm
Wanderlust Through Words
What is writing if not conjuration magic?
in search of peace
for what was and what is yet to be
Self-Love, Self-Awareness, Benefits, Guidance
A Weave of Words 