today my day started too early. it seemed as though a silent alarm was sounded and the whole household woke up. i dragged my feet the first minute then checked into work mode. getting the kids ready and such. could you call me a sissy? most don't ever see me vulnerable or at the least emotional. i quite a reputation among my friends, thats just because they didn't see me tear up when a team, i don't even support might i add, scored a touchdown with a 90yard return! like really!? who cries because a team scored a touchdown? well me, idk what it is about sport that makes me all emotional. maybe because its been my haven. its where i'd lay my heart and frustrations and for those 90mins in the pitch, i was free. i found out that i was offered a scholarship in school to play soccer in europe but my mother refused. thanks ma. that was my dream back then. now i feel to old and bloated. but would love to play soccer. count down to getting my camera! cant wait to start shooting. its going to be great!

dear diary,

i'm in love. its a whole different game plan. its not that i love someone, its that i'm in love with someone. its ironic after what i've been through that i'd hang on to a love thats oceans away. most would never understand this type of love, honestly i know not means to articulate and explain it. i'm not even capable to explain the love itself. Love is oh so mysterious and crazy, yet beautiful when you have it. for the first time in my life i have never ending butterflies in my stomach and i'm driven into it day and again where i feel as though i'm not in control of my heart! I am when i think about her, her smile and sorts, i know its real. i guess thats all i need at this time. i'm holding on with all i got to her. yes i'm lesbian to you who might not know. i've met one lesbian from my country, not so far from where i live. i know what you're thinking- good booty call? lol. I wish! but honestly she just doesn't compare. i'm in love, i love someone again. its about damn time!

my beginning. . .

the world being a composition of many songs that in the end, when death is faced its a great creation. many have lived and left songs unheard. i hope to trace my footprints through the earth and write of the story of my SINGING FEET.