Being me. On my own terms.

“The Bhagavad Gita—that ancient Indian Yogic text—says that it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else’s life with perfection. So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.” –Elizabeth Gilbert  

“Coulda wrote you a line or two…”

“If you’ll be my soft and sweet I’ll be your strong and steady You’ll be my glass of wine I’ll be your shot of whiskey You’ll be my sunny day I’ll be your shade tree You’ll be my honeysuckle I’ll be your honey bee”

Forget the ‘Yellow Brick Road’

“Your dreams are ballbusters; they’re not the yellow brick road.” –Kelly Cutrone

Stand under my umbrella…

By the time I was old enough to appreciate the wisdom of my grandparents, they were already gone.  The struggles of their lives were the only real memories I latched onto, their strength the only tangible lasting impression I could touch.  Now, at 23, I would give anything for a fleeting moment in time to … Continue reading

A Soulmate with no Soul…

“I looked at your face I saw that all the love had died I saw that we had forgotten to take the time I, I saw that you couldn’t care less about what you do Couldn’t care less about the lies You couldn’t find the time to cry We forgot about love We forgot about … Continue reading