When my mom passed…

When my mother passed, my life began. My world came crashing down, and a piece of my heart died with her. 

However; her death was the beginning of a beautiful and perfectly imperfect new me. 

When my mother passed, I promised to love deeper. 

I promised to express my love for those I cared about, and appreciate them to my full potential. 

I promised to be grateful for the love and blessing friendships I was so lucky to have. 

I promised to appreciate the kindness and help of all of those that had showed me so much support. 

I promised to be good. 

I promised to do good. 

I promised that even though I knew I wasn’t perfect, I’d always try to be the best. 

I promised that I’d be a good person in this world but that when I wasn’t, I’d forgive myself and not play victim or be too hard on myself. 

When my mom died, my world came crashing down…

Only to rebuild itself to the world I’ve always wanted to live in. 

In this world I forgive, I hurt but I look at the bright side. 

I do my best to over come anything thrown my way, and I TRULY live and love the life I’m living. 

When my mom passed, my life began. 


Soul group

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. You belong to each other, and you were meant to cross paths. As lovers, or as friends, or as something entirely different. Whatever it is, there is a purpose for the two of you meeting. You just work together, you understand one another, or there is a flow of chemistry that draws you in that links you to each other. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they just have a way of making you feel alive. You don’t know their purpose yet, it can be good or bad… 

and that’s what makes it scary. 

But you just can’t stay away. 

You fall in love with them, they become someone meaningful and special to you, and through them you learn. 

These people are apart of your soul group. They are put in your life to have an impact in it, sometimes it’s bad and sometimes it’s good. They are put in your life to benefit you in some way, or to imprint something meaningful in your life that changes you for the better and helps you grow. 

Everyone of these individuals have an impact in your life, because they have a natural connection to your soul. 

I don’t know if I’d call this coincidence, fate, or sheer blind luck, but I sure do know it means something. 

They mean something. Appreciate the moments with these people, take chances, cherish the memories and obstacles, take it all in and learn from it. 


She finally realized that it was time to grow. 

It was time to stop apologizing for the wrongs of others. 

It was time to stop apologizing for expressing her feelings. 

It was time to stop trying too hard to keep something or someone that didn’t want to be kept. 

It was time to stop trying so hard to keep everyone else around her happy and satisfied.

It was time to look out for herself. 

To understand that others are not hear to please her and take care of her needs. 

To understand that nothing is forever, and just like the good times…

the bad times will also pass. 

If she wants to be happy, it is her responsibility.


Cleaning up

I was cleaning up my phone yesterday…

I am running out of memory and I needed to clean out my back up files…

I came across our pictures.

All the good times, the laughs, the talks…

right there in one file.

I wasn’t sure of what to do next, I wanted to delete them but, then I didn’t.

I smiled when I saw them but, then I frowned.

I can’t seem to understand what happened?

I was so sure of our bond, and your purpose in my life.

I thought we’d be at least friends, always.

I was cleaning up my phone yesterday…

I came across our pictures, realizing they are now just memories…

only to find myself missing you again.


There is nothing more painful than silence.

Not knowing if the other person misses you…

Wondering if they want to talk to you as much as you want to talk to them…

Thinking of how much you wish you could share something with them…

Reflecting on all the things you’d share, say, and do…

There is nothing more painful than silence, you find yourself wishing that phone would ring again.


I want to thank you

I want to thank you.

I want to thank you for all the simple things.

The laughs, the comfort, the peace.

I want to thank you.

I want to thank you because with you I felt myself again.

With you I learned to smile again, to really laugh, to relax, and really breathe.

You see before you life and people destroyed me.

These things that happened to me stripped me, they demolished who I was, what I believed in…

and you, this stranger came into my life and helped me in so many ways that you have no idea of.

I want to thank you, because a part of my healing, self love, and happiness is all thanks to you.


Friendship is the fuel.
It’s what makes things start right, what helps things build into becoming something unbreakable.
Physical attraction is the base, it’s what draws you in, but friendship is the fuel.
Intamacy strikes the match, passion remains the fire but, friendship…
Friendship is the fuel, the fuel is needed in order for things to go anywhere.