The Words Keep Flowing

I’m a writer. I’ve been one ever since I was a kid. From the moment I could put pen to page, the words have flowed in a never-ending cycle. Sometimes, I write things that don’t make sense. Others, the words are so cohesive that I often wonder how long they’ve been living inside my soul.

Life . . .

There are moments in life when you question everything. When you lose the zest to do what needs to be done. I’ve been at this place for months. Some days, I can’t seem to pick myself up. Others, I just wanna get out there and do something, anything to while away the time.