Sometime next year If I had to summarize my mood, I think I’d say something like words, wine, and food. When I first met the legendary culinary bistro Jordan Brand back in 09,’I had no idea what he meant by the term ‘Word Chef.’ Yet that was how he had…

It feels like being under glass, like every thing you do is being looked in upon from the other side, like being thrown into a stress blender and someone forgot to switch it off. Your entire life has been placed on pause as a nightmare scenario runs through your mind…

Tiled floor halls and long distance calls, screaming at walls and fist fight brawls People who are rude, adjusting attitude, melancholy moods and things that seem crude, hospital food and a large family feud music, headphones, sitting in rooms all alone, hate that is sewn and all the wild emotions…

NFL

I had it set as my bacgorund picture but mysteriously somehow it vanisehd, just life in UT.

Through many tears and cries, and days and nights of asking why’s I’ve found that no matter bad or good, the following mornings the sun still flys But yet, no matter how hard I try to forget the pain of other peoples lies, I see it still every time I…

The sharp edge of the Soul Lost, buried somewhere amid the depths beneath the soul A stinging, burning pain, a burden takes its toll written words fly like cheap bullets, lost in senseless flight, a ray of sunshine, another day, another lonely night Excuses, abuses, platitudes, they don’t make sense…