Plain Writing
I cry because I have a writer's dream.I laugh on account of the making.
Many times people think, if you don't inherit it,or began as a child, that your short time dream is just nothing more, but a fantasy,a phase, and a short term hobby.
My letters are a goal, and I pin point each piece as if it were all made of gold.
I do it for a life. For my family, for friends, for the love of my life.
I'm not the flashy type. I just write from experience, lessons, and heart.
Many inspire me. My ideas are not all of my own, but to focus on others is a duty i have taken.
Many things that come to mind are written by my senses, which are six. I find that intuition is another part that can't be explained physically.
I have made it apart of my thoughts and world.
I want my life to fulfill others, to take a chance, to follow their hearts and that it's OK to thing big! I knock no one's dreams, I plan them with you.
Make the world go round from my guidance!
I want to give you something that many have given me.
My heart is made up of 100% of it
I am ENDURNACE!.
July 22, 2009
Dedication to Mr. John Rice
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