a garden of changed destiny

Every raindrop is falling hundreds of miles with the only destiny to be shattered on cold, solid ground. Every  raindrop resembling a tear that was never cried, a cry that was never heard and a story that remains untold. That is unless someone decides to collect those forgotten souls and gathers them. Turns their destiny … Continue reading a garden of changed destiny



Praise shall be the air I breath Praise shall be my heartbeat Praise shall always be in my lips Praise shall be my anchor And the Wind in my sails Praise.


When I write it feels like a flood of emotions running through me. Not emotions of my own but emotions of the character that is being created, the heart that forms on the paper. A heart sometimes created just to be broken. Writing is not about what the writer feels or what they live through … Continue reading Writing