Blogging since high school and I'll never stop. Something, somewhere needs to be the outlet of my expression. I hope you can see where I'm coming from.
"Like a tiny floret which sparks in a blink. A firework of roses and the night floods in. While opinions matter and fall behind, when the room is empty and had its fill. When all the world is deaf and blind, she loves the dance and dances still."
NOTE: The images are not always mine, but the ideas most certainly are.
After a short hiatus from WEYS, I'm back and ready to share. It has certainly been an interesting and eventful roller coaster following the first five months post college in New York City.
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