Simply things of wake up and sleep are more complex with the duties and deeds of life. I had a chance to take a couple of breaks the other night and it felt strange to focus on rejuvenating. Giving my self permission to reflect on something other than scrubbing and bubbling. In which my boss gave me permission to myself to explore more blogging and art pieces. Why can’t I fall over and just give up? How many times do I have to try to tell I am sorry for the things that I haven’t done? I have been silenced enough and its time to explore the wilderness. The ancients are whispering in the winds and it’s time to wake to the call. Even if it something small it can grow.
Fallen Tree
Published by Frank Vaca
An advocate with a disability and whom is openly gay. I have an associates degree and enjoy research. Work part time. View more posts
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