Losing my mother has been some of the most trying days of my adult life. During these three years I’ve learned a lot about living, loving, and life and, how I react to those emotions. It’s made me more of a thinker an evaluator, a person that has lost protection and gained perspective. In my first title “Inner Workings of a Man”, I introduced you to my purpose of writing.Now with this title I hope I can give you more of my thoughts, my mind, my words, wrapped in creativity and intellect. Learning that living is the most important thing you can do.
Love is the rawest emotion that comes from a genuine effort. And more importantly life can take you through many ups and downs, but living through love will forever pull you through. For every turn of event I have written and written and written more.
Seeing that writing is my voice, my outlet, my forever blaring speaker that will never be silenced. I’ll allow it to scream through the walls that others fail to push through. For every scale of love and heartbreak I’ve experienced I’ve written. For every roller coaster ride life has put me on I’ve written, and for the first time, I will allow the world into my notebook. The center most perplexed places in my head that hide my emotions.
During my thirty plus years of living, I have been imprisoned by these pages. They have forever clouded my thought process as an artist and truthfully it is time. Time for me to evolve as a writer, time for me to open my world to you. And more importantly it is time for me to clear this cluttered space. These words are raw. No editing, some misspelled words, and many mistakes. I thank you for allowing me to vent and more importantly to: GET OUT OF MY OWN HEAD.