Could this be it? Is this really all I had to give? Am I finally content with what’s been put out there for the whole world to see? It felt like there was so much more simmering up inside. Maybe it’s the fear of being judged that’s holding me back from taking it that one step further..down to the raw truth as I know it.

No one is watching now, so it’s ok to be yourself. It’s ok to admit you only have a special few in your life. It’s ok to have the words disjointed and not make sense. The rest are null and void. Something feels incomplete. Perhaps we just call this a short pause while life takes its twists and turns occupying my every moment. Remember back in the day, trying to come up with words just for the sake of filling up the acceptable word count. Running on adrenaline knowing you have left it all to the last minute so its now or never.

What is the point of anything if it’s not completed for a specific purpose?

As my love for flowers continues….