Everything is a

paragraph, an essay, your story to be written. See it that way and get to your There more melodically. Everything is a song. Your days and scenes are music.

You are your

most adept and set educator. Quiet, time to self, only begets this.

6:44pm

Thoughts…. You let your mind wander, you find gems. You keep it kept in some curriculum coffin, you find wheels, and you can only run on them. Not moving, not growing. Nothing. Be mad to live and ravenous for EVERYTHING.

YOU.

A manuscript.

When you let your mind wander,

you find gems, bridges, new doors and windows open. New stages, sight, music. Don’t think you always have to have specificity in your thoughts.