So I can't sleep and I'm left here with my thoughtsI can see them staring back at me waiting for me to speak.Do I have the courage?Can I face them head on or will I just sink, like a boat filled with water?They're so many that I just can't keep track. I lose all sense of time and begin to wonder, was that real?Was that for you or for me? Was it for him or for she?Too many times have I heard the...

Burn. Soar. Live. Learn. Sounds simple right? A vampire dressed in a chicken's outfit saying, "Hi, I'm the clown for your party!" sounds more realistic than that.Because, yeah, sure, things always SOUND easy but the moment your foot passes over the threshold it's like chains somehow find their way around your wrists and ankles. Holding you back from all you want in life, all you need.Only those...

I sit here and think.Can my mind really just be blank? Can there really be nothing exciting, daring, or colorful be racing through my mind forming words, pictures, and ideas?I can feel my head wanting to explode because the more I try to think about my stories and just keep writing, the urge to explode grows. I have the need to write, but it seems as if the left side of my brain has gone...