CONTACT FOR ENQUIRIES

There was an hour where I struggled for the stability of my soul. The north winds, the east, and the southern regions along with their western counterparts brought forth audible sentences; Phrases I was permitted to place together. No, this wasn't my mind; far from even. These things were beyond me. At times, conversed with, other times I had to incline my heart to understanding. Many times, these winds were met with a hiss from the disregard of my lips. What though would you do, when the right voice is majorly stern and flows against your passions, sentiments and emotions, and yet the wrong one pleads with what sounds like the earnest trickling of tears? What though do you do when you battle to differentiate between
the voice of divine confidence, and that of vain ego? Nearing the point of insanity; feelings of
being physically isolated in the experiences of the mad. Screaming behind the wheels of a nineteen ninety eight Mercedes parked under an enchanting full moon. The seeming solution to my stubbornness was war uncalled for; though in reality, the only solution was letting go and walking unhindered within the current of submerged voices. And so; I part the red sea.