WATERMELON CURLY

  Having an absolute blast painting my canvas today!  There's something so incredibly liberating about letting my creativity flow and watching the colors come to life on the blank canvas.  I've got my favorite tunes playing in the background, and I'm dancing around like nobody's watching while I dip my brush into vibrant hues.  The sheer joy and excitement that fills my heart with each stroke is indescribable!  Who knew that a simple canvas and some paint could bring so much happiness?  It's like stepping into a world where imagination knows no bounds, and I'm the master of my own colorful universe!  Every brushstroke feels like a little victory, as if I'm creating a masterpiece that's uniquely mine.  And even if it doesn't turn out exactly as planned, the process itself is pure bliss. It's all about embracing the unexpected and letting my creativity guide me!  So, if you're looking for a way to unwind, express yourself, and have a ton of

  In shadows dark and moonlight's gleam, Lurks a creature they call Vampire, so it seems. With eyes like embers, burning bright, Drinking life's essence in the dead of night. A haunting figure dressed in black, Silent steps that leave no track. A predator disguised as man, Seducing mortals with a sinister plan. Beware the vampire's hypnotic stare, A mesmerizing gaze, beyond compare. He seeks your blood, your very soul, Leaving you empty, a lifeless vessel, a mere toll. From ancient crypts they emerge, awake, Thirsting for blood, their hunger they cannot shake. Seducing victims with a charming smile, Drawing them close, to drain life's sweetest guile. Through the darkest hours they roam, Their thirst for blood, they can't disown. A nocturnal creature, condemned to the night, Forever cursed, forever out of sight. Yet beneath their cold and pale facade, Lies a heartache they can never evade. Yearning for the warmth they can no longer feel, Caught in an existence that i

Some days, it feels like my mind turns everything inside me into this surreal blur of chaos. It’s not the kind of exhaustion that a few deep breaths or a nice candle can fix. It’s deeper than that. Honestly, I’m just tired. A lot has changed in the past few months, and I think my body and mind are still trying to catch up. There are new streets to explore, new faces to smile at, and small talk to make. Even the weather feels like something I need to adjust to. What’s really bugging me today, though, is Impostor Syndrome. It’s one of those days where I’m stuck in this cycle of overthinking, worrying, zoning out, and then struggling to focus. I’ve been told so many positive things lately, celebrated a new book, sent out dozens of resumes, and stayed determined to start fresh. But there’s always that voice—the one that keeps saying I’m not good enough, that I don’t really know what I want, and that I’m just trying to fill some kind of professional void. Maybe it’s not just the changes; ma

Photo:  Dante Janssens  - Unsplash Time seems to be slipping by faster here, and my eyes can barely keep up with the rhythm of sunrise and sunset. Everything around me is changing, and I’ve come to realize that I’m changing too. The sun touches my skin, and after all those long walks on the beach, it has returned to its natural shade of blackness—despite the fact that some might not consider me "black enough." Here, though not quite like back home, I can still blend in and feel at ease with myself. Lately, it feels like I’m living in my own days of glory. Lighting candles, burning my fingers, and feeling a connection to myself that I thought I’d lost—fueled by a fearless courage I never expected to return. The things that once terrified me no longer have a hold on me. That old desire, the one tangled up in my flaws and struggles, has faded away.  This past year, I've been living with the metaphor of shipwreck pieces washing up on the shore of my life. They remind me where