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Dreams remembered by me a far and scarce much like the precipitation of the desert. The second you taste its droplets it seems to be gone leaving you wanting more. My imagination is a sea of chaos in which every color is present dancing and mingling with every emotion. It is as if my mind has become a ballroom floor and everything must touch at some point in time like some sort of inevitable concoction. Every sense of touch is there and you can feel everything throughout... (continue reading)

Do you know that feeling where nothing matters? Have you felt that serenity in the middle of your emotional twister? If you never knew me you would have to learn that I am blessed.

I know what you are thinking, "Uh, who is not?" I know right but every positive has its counter-side. I love to love. Making others happy makes me happy. I am so easy to forgive and forget that you could be surprised at how... (continue reading)