Decisions are so hard when you are forced to create. Can I walk in this life and not be forced to relate? Relate to the times, the pressures that exist. The emphasis put on excelling otherwise your presence doesn’t exist. I’m not one with amazing knowledge nor do I hold a PhD. But I have love, I have feeling, I have a sharp mind and that’s how I am dealing. Coping with society as I’m labeled below middle class. Should I close my mind and just allow time to pass? Or should I continue to pursue my goals. Realize it’s not that hard if I put my heart to it. I’ve worn Nikes for years so I know I can do it.Need to put the pep in my step and get to it. It’s not hard, focus is what I need. To pursue my goals and all of my dreams.
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Kayci
Little girl wandering through this big space of universe as she continues finding her way as adult woman, using this platform to express what she has kept inside for oh so long. A safe space for her thoughts whether right or wrong.
The Dryads are Calling
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooperabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
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