Every time I try to write a story of the now, I get lost in the found.

Knowing that my words are that but a reflection of my own being.

I write with intent to provoke or to promote, yet I freeze.

“This is my story!” I proclaim with observance to the irony.

The more I write, the more I answer, the more I question.

Sometimes I feel at best when I feel at rest.

Other’s, letting go and giving my mind and heart to the endless spread of the internet seems to be a great start.

Thank you for sharing your eyes and experience with me.

& Grateful for your Beauty.

, Until tomorrow.