Wendoly velazquez
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Emotions into literature is a gift that keeps on giving. Creating something so endless and enlightening that it can’t help but captivate your spirit. All from the experience and authenticity of my life and imagination. God bless🤍
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Overcomer
My distorted eyesight yearning for reasoning at the world before it and the ringing that filled my ears could only mean two things. I was horribly hungover, and I didn’t take my morning recovery as directed. Or, as I feared, the 17-hour drive through valleys, plains, and over the Mississippi caught up to me.
By Wendoly velazquez2 years ago in Fiction
To be Vocal
To take courage and leaps into the unknown is not for a control freak and not for the perfectionist. The unknown is beauty in the eye of the beholder and if you behold with a telescopic eye you may miss the detail awaiting discovery under a microscope. To subtract the ego to make room for the humbleness and allow flaws to be woven into masterpieces.
By Wendoly velazquez2 years ago in Motivation
Lost and FOUND
At one point the reflection in the mirror was more of me than I of it. A time frame of my life where even sunrays felt grey and blue. How can something that makes things green and grow as tall as me, feel so cold and take all my energy? Over a cup of “sit down and what’s really going on with me,” I decided to get to the root of my tree, my life. I realized the blur lines weren’t going to become clearer when I added more smoke. Inhale, exhale wasn’t numbing medicine anymore. The thoughts weren’t going to improve if I continued to believe the negative ones. The insecurities wouldn’t heal if I consistently put my love in the hands of a stranger. The trust wouldn’t deepen if I kept revealing my pain to people who I loved but didn’t love me.
By Wendoly velazquez2 years ago in Longevity
Slowdown O' Spirit of Mine.
The turmoil in our hearts of “go, go and most of all go” stemming from our daily lives that includes ourselves and many more. How everywhere we go everyone is dependent on us and work has no option but to be done exceeding its full potential. Draining tends to become an understatement and seeing others handle it with grace can “tick us off” unintentionally. “It’s not fair!” crosses our minds more often than we would like. The daily call of our lives differs from one another but one thing I can almost guess is similar would be the lack of acknowledgement we crave. How can we watch someone prepare everyone’s day, assure a timely schedule despite obstacles, feed the home, and clean up everything in the process. How much we know it is our responsibility but some love, “great job!”, “need any help?”, “thank you!” in return couldn’t hurt, could it?
By Wendoly velazquez2 years ago in Longevity
