“So much pain, so close too losing it y’all. Dear god, a lot things have changed since my last letter. I had to write you again, I just want to tell you, your boy is maintaining, but listen, hear me out god.”
I miss you everyday. All the time thinking how I can’t change what has already happened. I miss your voice, your character, living in the moment every second with you, everything you loved I loved as well. We were brothers, thick & think. I told you every time I saw you that you wouldn’t be there for my wedding, you never believed my words. I saw this coming so long ago, but never truly believed it would happen. YOU brought so much life in my life, the courage you kept in your heart to never give up. I wish I knew how bad you were struggling with this terrible world a long with addiction, but you didn’t want to hurt me, I forever will miss you. I wont forget everything we did together, our talks, the adventures, life will be a blur without you. I promise you I will make it with you still by my side. I just want you to know where ever you are, I love you so much man & am so sorry for all of this, you are my hero. I know you’re watching over my every move in this life now, stay up there, watch over Hallie & I. You will never be forgotten, in my heart forever, everyday I miss you. love you. RIP DTB ❤
Man oh man it’s been a while since I’ve written anything on here. What better way to kick of some motivational writing with the weather pulsing life into my face, I love spring time. Life is such a challenge to live & forget, to carry on & remain strong, the ups & the downs. I myself thought I was invincible to emotional fear, set-backs, I thought I could conquer all my doubts & thoughts I had in my head time to time. The important thing is, I will never give up, & will always keep You up with me. I endure everyone’s pain in the world it seems, always telling everyone, I FEEL EVERYTHING. I was born to feel all the life, hate, love, setbacks, disappointments, all these help me climb to the pinnacle of where I stand emotionally/physically. The past year I’ve really come to conclusion on what love truly is. Yes the word that gives us butterflies, a beaming word that gives us hope, LOVE. I believe love truly defies/conquers anything in the world, it’s truly unexplainable, the feeling you get when you bond with the “one” the feeling in your heart that’s soaked with happiness, the amount of euphoria, memories, LOVE is what everyone needs, love forever saved my life. Thank you.
The past year the horror genre seems to have let down its beloved fans. Big Hollywood films getting by using simple story-lines, less appealing characters & going no where near above or beyond expectations. Still, as a fan-base we continue to watch these movies just hoping that it will gain some spark, interest or breath new life for future films or projects. Hoping to go home entertained & feel their hard earned money is well spent. Rather we are let down by most of the films that are talked up so much when the majority rarely ever live up to the hype. This past October was pretty crappy for horror fans. I remember some of the best times seeing a good horror flick was of course a given during October. Fans honestly got nothing new except for one of the worst films I’ve seen in a while Annabelle. I feel the film could have been so much better than it was in all honesty. I didn’t expect much truth be told, but I still thought it would bring some good edges. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Annabelle the doll itself is just plain boring, she doesn’t have a personality, nor any character, she’s visually just scary you could say. The whole film felt very rushed & forced. I hope 2015 has a lot more in store for horror fans, it seems like indie-horror is really taking over which is awesome.
Waking up out of bed is extremely hard every morning, it was hard to look at yourself & go on with your day. The flaws that spin right in front of your own face in the mirror. The person you try to be to fit in with your life. Putting on an act to feel comfortable every single day inside your own skin. Not being your true self, hiding away from what you’re really capable of. Walking with your head down every inch you go, what has become of our minds? Humans are powerless & weak in this day & age, as we slave away for large corporations barley make a dime.
No one seems to stand up or have a voice in themselves anymore. Day by day more of us fail to realize how powerful we actually are, but shamelessly don’t put in the effort as our minds rot every second from all the negative-ness in this world which they love providing us with right in front of our faces with lies. Many will fail to realize the circumstances we’re all in at this given moment, & will shrug at anything out of the box off from the start. Connections of positive beings bring others together which creates happiness, sharing nothing but love & pure happiness for that person, we were meant to always be happy.Being happy is the way we always should feel & nothing less. While you sit back & read this, are you really giving it your all. Open each other minds as one & come together, negative energy is poison. Think of others not yourself, become the bigger person in everything. Most importantly DO WHAT “YOU” LOVE & expand your existence past the common standard, because we’re all greater than this.
Storms erupted with crackles of thunder throughout the mist of the night. The night was breathing heavy with a windy bliss. The house was silent as could be, after all it’s been abandoned for 11 years. Still rotting & sitting , left untouched since it was closed down. The crimes committed were never talked about again, the local town people knew to never go near that house. People have said the house looks like it’s always watching as people walk near. Never look in the top windows during the day they say. To Be Continued……
She wasn’t the richest but certainly not poor, selling her artwork consisting all types of paintings & odd drawings. The most popular one was her best seller she called “The Man” in her dreams. She claimed he always came for a late night visit unwelcomed or not. The lady gradually became more & more obsessed with this mystery man in her dreams. She actually started to live inside her dreams creating her own reality. “The Man” gifted & drove her envisions with beautiful ideas & creations for her beloved artwork. He explained to the woman that he would reveal his true identity in human form if she agreed, she did. police received a distress call near the apartment complaining of a horrible scream. The woman was found dead in her apartment white as a ghost. A painting was found behind, legend has it that “The Man” is actually stuck in the painting and scared his only true love to “death”.
What is life to you? Do we actually have an understanding of our kind? Think as the puzzle was never put together, but pieces are here for you to connect. Not a day is the same as I envision this dark cold world through my window that hides a beautiful mirage of beauty. All I see is a world completely disconnected by separation & jealousy over things that don’t matter. Friends have come & gone for the better, seems now days it’s all for show. People’s true emotions are stuck & frozen dead in the ground shut. The saying goes “Product Of Their Own Environment”
October 31st , the night of ghouls & ghosts. Dressed as creatures unknown, the fog & mist seams above. Laughter with sacks of candy run down house by house. He watches from a distance, his birthday is every Hallows’ Eve. The town never found his body but he’s here. Maybe not alive & well but he’s always watching from a far. Snatching kids one by one each year without a trace. The mans face was filled with the lost souls of the Trick ‘R Treater’s as they gave him the name Natas.
The night was dark & sought with fear, leafs we’re falling from the strong wind in the early stages of fall. The depressed son was at his verge in life, everyone disappointed him, he was too misunderstood. Darkness is all he saw, pitch black, evil took over every inch of his soul. A smirk came upon him as he laid in the graveyard, the possession was “real”