The Father’s Heart

I never used to like Father's Day. It used to be a day where everything around me seemed to poke at the broken pieces of my heart — at a raw wound yet to be healed. It used to be a day where I felt nothing but anger. I was unforgiving towards my father, merely… Continue reading The Father’s Heart

The Pleasantly Unexpected.

I've tried my best to get a good glance at my previous blog posts, journal entries, laid astray notes, and tumbled thoughts to come up with a post about my outlook on the new year in front of me and the year I have left behind — much like everybody else over the last few days.… Continue reading The Pleasantly Unexpected.

Marked For Life.

Yesterday was a pretty neat day. I got inked, or rather marked, by not only ink, but my father in heaven. I've thought of getting a minimal floral tattoo on my forearm for quite some time. But I never thought I would be getting it as my first. As I researched what kind of flora… Continue reading Marked For Life.