Beach nights.

Today wasn’t a good day. It was a bad one, to say the least. There’s just so much going on, and with everything in my head, I wasn’t able to play with my student. Still, work is work, and I had a few hours with her. As I held her hand and stared into space…

The art of living.

Living is indeed an art. The common misconception about art though, is that it only comes with natural talent- either you have it, or you don’t. Some people draw, some paint, and some express their “art” in other ways, like photography or music. This is true, perhaps, to some extent, more towards the way we…

My feet hurt.

All those things, and all those people that tried to get to me- to destroy me, they’re still there, but so am I. After everything that has been said and done and whispered, here I stand. I’d like to believe that I am stronger than I ever was- that all of this happened for a…

As sparks fly.

People will try to hurt you with words- people who call themselves your friends will go around in circles, sometimes kicking you down, just so they can stay afloat. It’s called self-interest, and it usually transcends friendship and similar sentiments. There will be better people- people who stay by your side as the world starts…