Levels of Awareness

The fog is clearing. I'm no longer running in an endless loop.

Another part of my awareness has unlocked. I don't know what the correct term is, but there are levels to your consciousness and also to yourself. With time and if you learn new things, a part of your awareness unlocks. It's like your brain opening up to feed from the world. It's like roaming around the world unaware it's full of color, and then realizing the world's hue is infinite, full of blues, reds, purples, greens and yellows. It's a strange and wondrous feeling. You see things that were hidden in plain sight. It's magical.

My mind is blooming.

And it's glorious.

Never give up on your dreams. 

They're worth the struggle.

Besides, pain creates beautiful art.

Hello and Welcome

Hi. It's been a long time since I've written on here. I've been busy. In the upcoming months you'll be getting new books from me. I have a lot of characters stuck in my head. Getting them on paper seems to be the trouble. But no worries. I'm going to keep writing until something good comes out of it.
Thank you all for the support.
Xoxox Michelle
😘

12/14/1990

It's my birthday day.
So here's to me being a massive Beyonce fan.
And here's to balloons and cake.

Destiny or Curse

If she's willing to wade across the ocean for him and he's willing to hike across the desert for her, then they are destined to be.
But
is
it
that
simple?

October is Here

I love this time of year.

Fire and Ice

There was once a boy made out of fire and a girl made out of ice. The flame flet nice to the girl made out of ice. But the flame burnt too bright. The boy made out fire loved the girl made out of ice. Though he had to think twice, for his love of ice did not suffice. A simple touch melts the girl of ice. The girl of ice and the boy of fire can never be one with their desire. Alone in the world they both shall wander. Never to look back again. Or even ponder.

Michelle

Did I tell you I loved you today?

I love you more than life.
I love you more than rice.
(And I really don't like rice.)
I love you because you're nice.
I love you because you're sweet like pie.
(And I really like pie.)
I love you until I die.
I LOVE my handful of readers so so much!
You push me to become better.
For that, I promise to continue to write and work on my craft until it's flawless like all of you.
You deserve nothing but the best of me.
#HunterKnightIsComing