• These days are getting harder and coming faster, like tide against the shore in the wake of the storm. Sometimes the ever changing of the waters can be so bewildering. Just seventeen lectured and poised for a world I couldn’t possibly be ready for. Balance is just one of those things that never came easily and I felt compelled to fall to the floor. But the seasons are shifting in time and in turn with the world and age. I feel myself changing with the leaves. A little bit more vibrance and vitality has been added to my soul. All those gray clouds are fading along with unsightly scars. I no longer need their reminded of how wrong I was. I’m finally watching the pages turn of this great novel I’ve been scribing. No God, nor man, nor angel, will write it out for me in stone. I have my own wings from which to make my quill. And each day will be a greater chapter in this, which is called my life.