as before, it is now
A Collection of Thoughts:
I am an unbound anthology.
Forward: I have seen many things in my 21 years of life, but never anything as hopeful as I am about to disclose.
Friends-
These are trying times. I am an unbound anthology with an unwritten ending. A seemingly eventful read, I suppose. Presently, I am suspended and trapped by time with no real concept of the age I am accumulating, and I write to you this day to share my experiences.
Everyday is a struggle. I weigh my options just as often as the day comes and goes. Lately, my experiences have been rather, out of the ordinary.
I have surrounded myself with worthwhile people. Each, unknowingly establishing hope where once, there was none.
These are the stories of them.
I’ve been proclaiming my triumphs and tribulations and putting myself at the bottom of bottle, for better or for worse. I’ve been letting my pen hit the page with no regret or regard for the weight of my words. This is what I need to say.
I am inspired. The astounding beauty in the souls of those I draw near, brings me closer to understanding of what I really am worth. The percussion of beating hearts drowns out the sounds of my demons, my insecurities, and those doubts I verbalize. And try as I might, my faith cannot put a dent in fact. And the fact of the matter is that I am ready to transcend this previously defined parameter of myself, and lose myself in the softened coastline of your hearts.
Will you accept?
