“Would you capture it? Or just let it slip?” – Eminem
I’ve fallen more times than I can remember. If my knees could talk, they would scream obscenities. They would speak about drastic falls, scrapes, scars and general dissatisfaction with being beaten up so much. I remember when my legs gave out, legitimately, and it was only then when I truly appreciated how important these legs were I walk on each and every day.
It’s time to make one great stand. I’m taking a stand for the power of love and possibility.
Writing has been difficult lately. It wasn’t a block, no, it was something much deeper than that. I tend to find that I never really have a problem writing unless there is some massive moral dilemma going on inside (which there was). That moral dilemma stemmed from an over complication of this project. There was too much thinking…
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