Simplistic Living

Written Language

For these past couple of months, I feel like I have been experiencing a lot of anxiety over creating the perfect image and story o go along with it. So I took a step back and went back to square one. In the process I found the joy of reading. It’s kind of embarrassing to admit that I recently picked up recreational reading this year, seeing that I want to write a book someday. But growing up, I wasn’t permitted to read anything other than my school books. In college, as an adult swamped with studying, I couldn’t find a reason to pick up reading for fun. But now since graduating, and taking a year off contemplating my next move, I’ve finally picked up a book to read. I’ve always prided myself in being a good writer, at least when it comes to first person writing, but reading books have definitely humbled me. It’s funny because I even googled, “Can I write a book without ever reading?” and there was one answer that stood out to me, “to write a book without ever reading, is like a blind person describing the world they have never seen to someone else.”

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It’s Wicked Witchcraft

IMG_4282I could feel her eyes looking through me and it’s hard for me to look away, for her opaque grey eyes have such a magnetic hold on me.

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Close To You

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Last weekend was one of my close friend’s wedding. Her and her beau have been dating for a very long time and their love certainly stood the test of time & the obstacles that life has thrown their way. It was very magical to witness such a love and to be apart of a beautiful ceremony. Under calm and clear blue skies, surrounded by mountainous ranges, and acres of lush green vineyards that were sprouting fall leaves collectively, they took their vows in front of a small handful of friends and family.

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A Tale As Old As Time

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It was the early 1600’s. Galileo Galilei-the Italian astronomer, physicist, and well renowned philosopher, had first discovered the moons of Jupiter through the lenses of his telescope. He whispered softly to himself, “Though my soul may be set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night,” a saying that faintly echoed into a crescendo chanted by poets and all lovers of words alike.

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