Believe
Believe in yourself
You must believe you can do it.
A word easier to say then to actually do.
To believe the individual has to be in the right state of mind.
Having to force your brain to believe it’s real a thing.
As real as the pain life has brought in your life.
Believe that you can pick yourself up.
Believe it going to be okay.
Just believe.

When we first met I wasn’t supposed to feel anything for you, but I did.
When we first innocently cuddle in bed as friends I wasn’t supposed to want to be in your arms all night, but I did.
When we first kiss I wasn’t supposed to, but I did, and I have no regrets.

Discover
When I hear the word my imagination takes me on a wild life changing adventure.
Tapping parts of your mind you’ve never tap into, and discover that you just want to keep on discovering more.
Thriving on seeing how far you can really go.
There is one thing I’m positive on is that we are all going to die, so why be scared to push yourself you may just miss the chance to discover wonderful, magic, inspirational moment.
Isn’t that all it takes, a moment in time where your mind is at its clearest on your adventure for a person to discover what they have been seeking?
That single moment where everything clicks, makes senses, where you have learned to accept things the way they are, and continue on with the adventure to discover another moment to a better you.

The grey wolf is a wildly adventures animal with a dangerously free spirit.
Loyal creatures they hunt in packs, and at night they come together to howl at the mother moon.
Mother moon is always listening to all her creatures on earth.
Connecting them closer to their surroundings.
The moon brings a frost in the air freezing the trees at night.
Wolves are explores by nature they roam the lands.
Predators running through the forest addicted to the feeling of dirt, snow, and various plants between their paws.
The wolves howls fill the air the of the quiet forest.

It starts in my dreams I’m lost at sea my head is at float just about to sink.
I see a boat, but it feels impossible to reach.
I just can’t find the strength to get my head above water to wave my arms out for help.
As I sink I hear the cries of the sea creatures my body lays lifeless dancing with movements of the waves sinking me slowly.
My lungs fill with water I can taste the oil that man has spilled in our ocean.
Soon afterwards it rains turning the deep blue sea a dark rich red that chills my bones at sight of it.
Mother Nature is angry we’ve disrespected her, and she’ll get her revenge.
I’m lost to the depths of the sea; you’ll never find me she has made sure of that

Its morning the sun is coming up tick-tock time for me to wake up.
Father time doesn’t wait for no one he’s always on the move.
Tick-tock every second, minute, and hour counts; time waits for no one to catch up.
So, much pressure to figure things out, I’d wish time wasn’t so precious.
Help me then Father Time to forget.
Forget the scars of my life because, with time my scars haunt me inside instead.
But, Father Time magic doesn't work like that.
All he can do is give you is time to heal your pain, and figure things out.
Now I have a chose what to do with my time that counts.

This is a story about a lovely young girl who's in the woods dancing with the snow flakes.
Her arms are up in the air moving along with breeze.
She’s bare foot in her favorite blue dress, but she not cold, she’s peaceful lite with her thoughts.
Suddenly a gust of wind changes the young girl's mood bring a frost to her breath that chokes her with fear.
  A ere black figure brings a darkest filling the woods, and it had its eyes on the young girl.
Tears run down her rosy cheeks, and she starts to run towards the trees that are as tall as the sky.
The black figure covers its face, and leads with its hands with sharp long disguising nails.
  She can't seem to out run the scary black figure that it eventually brings a sense of hopelessness to the young girl fueling the monster’s black figure even more.
Hopelessness won; as the black figure screams it pierces the young girl’s ears.
It lunges its sharp long disgusting nails towards the girl ripping through the young girl's favorite blue dress, and flesh with such hatred for it is jealous of the young girl's innocence .
The young girl is trying to cover her face screaming for her life, but no one can hear them.
It’s hopeless the young girl is laying in the woods alone with the black figure; blood is dripping down her chest turning this once white snow red.
  The black figure has done its job, it waits for the young girl's soul to slowly leave her body, and into the palms of the hands of the black figure.
As she lays there she takes her mind back to her dancing in the snow, and how peaceful she felt.
Blood fills her lungs she tries to cough it all out, as she takes in her last breathe.
The young girl body dies, but a patch of white flowers grow every year where the young girl body once laid.
Warning us to watch out for the black figured monster it may just rip your soul out.

I’m sleep walking through life.
Numb to my darkest thoughts haunting me in my dreams, revealing the demons that's entered in my life.
Does he know?
He is so perfect in my eyes, how can I ever let him in?
I wish I can share the thoughts that I trap in a glass bottle, and throw into the sea hoping my problems will be washed away.
Afraid that my thoughts are so toxic that I’ll poison him; tearing him away from me.
I realize that this is a battle I must fight on my own.
I can only hope he’ll wait for me to bloom into the rose that he ready see in me.