"Mornings, or Mournings...?" - Steven O. Lynn Backstory To Be Told.... This is a poem for the days I awake from my bed, mourning...it's morning and the snooze button has been played over my alarm's warning, because waking up today doesn't feel all that rewarding This is a poem for when all the lights in my room are off, and the darkness reflects how I feel most often I offer my apology in advance, for I don't like complaining to strangers and friends, I'd much rather just k

‘Fore the I within I grows Strong in Me "Try Not, Do." My Philosophy My Will to Live never been more coherent Feel The Force Awaken with these Lyrics, Come Get It!

A visualizer I made for one of my favorite songs by my homie and college, KD1.

"One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar." - Helen Keller Backstory Coming Soon.... "Why you wanna fly, blackbird? You ain't never gonna fly No place big enough for holding All the tears you gone cry 'Cause your momma's name is lonely And your daddy's name's pain And they call you little sorrow 'Cause you'll never love again Why you wanna fly, blackbird? You ain't never gonna fly You ain't got no one to hold you You ain't got no one to care If you'd

I no I no longer care for what they say right now I don't I don't even bother, I'm on my game right now

Imposter syndrome is standing next to me as I have accomplished the first part to a goal I said I was going to finish.

My first of a series of love letters I write to myself. Fall in love with the journey.

I'm growing to a place where I can forgive me DaD fully, for even things that I may never have an answer for.