When I was younger, I used to write in riddles and I used to write in rhymes.  I thought that by doing so, that I might capture the attention of my reader.  I never anticipated I’d be writing for a specific audience; I wrote the way I felt in my heart and soul to be true, not realizing or accepting the fact that while patience might be common, intellect is not.  Perhaps the true meaning behind my words might never be revealed, instead blinded by the manner in which they were written. I used to write in sketchbooks with plain white pages; always in blue ink, and always in very…

What is one thing nobody knows about you because nobody ever cared to ask? There is so much going on within the confines of my own mind.  All through the day, empty thoughts fill my ears, at night, dreams and visions of things and situations never to become reality play before my eyes.  Often times there is a fire storm of thoughts like a freight train running through my head, other times, a lonely and uncomfortable silence takes over.  The thoughts linger; empty ones for a brief period of time, while those which are important and meaningful seemingly fleeting. There are so many things nobody knows about me, because nobody…