Welcome to My Place
Words come flooding to my head
and pour into my pen.
The paper is my canvas
with words, color never ends.
Some dare to make an art of it,
but to me, it’s my escape.
Paper is a place to me.
It’s a place to hide my face.
I can say all the things I wish
about people, places, and things.
A place to dump the emptiness.
A place for me to sing.
This is just a short excerpt for the about page.
This is just a short excerpt for the contact page.
Change the direction or focus of your attention. Dwelling on the resistance that is keeping you hostage is a waste of time. If you see yourself as a problem solver than you will find yourself finding new problems to solve. If you begin to see yourself as someone who can see the positive things in…
