: About Me

I Am a Prophet Soul:

You are a gentle soul, with good intentions toward everyone.
Selfless and kind, you have great faith in people.
Sometimes this faith can lead to disappointment in the long run.
No matter what, you deal with everything in a calm and balanced way.

You are a good interpreter, very sensitive, intuitive, caring, and gentle.
Concerned about the world, you are good at predicting people's feelings.
A seeker of wisdom, you are a life long learner looking for purpose and meaning.
You are a great thinker and communicator, but not necessarily a doer.

Yellow

Your soul is painted the color yellow, which embodies the characteristics of joy, happiness, optimism, idealism, gold, hope, liberalism, sociability, friendship, death, courage, intellect, confidence, communication, travel, movement, attraction, persuasion, and charm. Yellow is the color of the element Air, and symbolizes the sun, grain, and the power of thought.

My passion is ...

writing, creating, and anything deth-defying

I know too much about ...

Nothing, I can also never know too little

My parents always told me ...

to work hard

My childhood ambition ...

to be a part of change

Why I write ...

It amuses me, and I find joy in it. I learn something new about myself, and from what I write.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Pandora radio

My first job ...

how is this question relevant?

My best moment ...

Winning first place in a ProStart Culinary Competition where my team and I received international recogniton on the Food Network Channel

My inspiration ...

Nature and new experiences

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lonely

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To feel that something is missing, amidst the flurry of time. To realize that life is a blessing, becomes difficult to watch unwind. I sit and lay, I think and ponder; alone at home as my mind wanders. With not a soul but a dog to warm me and realize that what I lack is not that of being lonely. Sure I may have a life, a life of many blessings, but it only takes a moment, a lapse in the sconces of time, to feel beneath the veil that covers mine of how I feel alone; that now my love has gone. So I throw back my covers, that hold my warmth and tie me down and venture out of what I know, that...

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