Guide me to him; pave me a route to follow where he ends up at the end of it. A yellow brick road through the woods, a sleepy meadow, and a wicked castle where I'll fight for my life just to make it home. Because there's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home. Close my eyes and click my heels three times and when I open them, let him be there. Jehovah, let him be my home.
Greetings to the 2018 birth of December, You don't know me yet, but I've been waiting 11 months to meet you, so allow me to introduce myself; my name is Brooklyn. And I am a writer. My subject? You. Everyday that I am alive, I live and breathe to write your story. At least, one… Continue reading Day 339 of 365
This month I feel different. I feel older; my mindset's changing. I don't think the same anymore, talk the same, walk the same, live and breathe the same. I'm beginning to feel the absence of my childhood because I don't want to play anymore. I want to work, I want to contribute, and I want… Continue reading Day 255 of 365
It's August and the ball is STILL rolling. I don't think I've ever had a year this productive before. Well, not since my junior year of high school, but 2018 easily surpasses 2016, by far. All this year has been is nonstop. In fact, why not do a quick recap, shall we? January: After three… Continue reading Day 220 0f 365
I’m just waiting for the day when he tells me, “I don’t want you anymore.” I expect it by now, how could I ever be this happy and it be real? I’m fooling myself, I could never be this happy, could I? But I love him. I loved him the day I met him because… Continue reading Him.
I asked God to give me a sign. And He told me to look not at your past but instead at mine. At how the kind of person I was then is not who I am now, That over time the person inside me changed in ways I began to allow. And He said it… Continue reading i asked Him.
Lay upon me, thy depths of thy waters, Lay upon me good graces my Father. Let the path of the stream wash over my fears, May the only thing it carries is the stream of my tears. O' Mystic River. Thou shall not dream to be something worth more, Than the bounties of nature nor… Continue reading O’ Mystic River.