what about me? lets see, all I can say that my writing is my voice, without it I would be mute and unheard in this world. Life would be one less voice heard, feelings never felt, philosophy never spoken, love never shared, a dead soul swaying, a mind not seen. With no pen and paper my life could not be, no keyboard, no ability to go on. God is the air I breath, writing is what I exhale. I am the alphabet, I am this pen, the pad I write in, the book of it's outcome. I am more than letters and words, I am the life that soars behind it. So when I am gone, not only will my soul live eternally, so will the words I have spoken and shared. Immortal will I be? Remembered in poems and songs, will I ever know, never. But you whom has read will know, for it will be that which will always keep me alive. Reading.
My passion is ...
the author of my faith and the gifts he has bestowed upon me.
I know too much about ...
Nothing.
My parents always told me ...
To Stop Dreaming.
My childhood ambition ...
was to be a successful business man.
My favorite memory ...
Is Yet To Come
Why I write ...
It is My Only Channel To This Cold World
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
The Frontlynaz
My first job ...
Was In a Pizzeria
My best moment ...
Is yet to Be
My inspiration ...
God
To say that God brought me hope would be an understatement. "From my own meandering experience" as Baz Lurman puts it, I have felt God move in my life. What do I mean by feeling God move you may ask? my answer would have to be just that, I have felt God move. I have seen Gods mercy towards me in all aspects of my life. I have felt his presence, heard his voice, seen his angels, experienced his love. I say there is a God, not because some one once said there was, I say there is a God because first he came to me, called me by my name, cried out "here I am! son if you would only look my way a...
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