Detach your branches

“Someone will love you let me go. Love can grow. That connection can grow. But it can also fade. Fade away. Where its not the same. And it won’t ever be the same. Its not something that can be repaired easily and sometimes it wasn’t meant to be repaired. It was meant to end. I still love you. You still love me but I’m not in love with you anymore. That’s a fine line people say. But that’s just what they say, that’s not necessarily true. Until they experience it themselves their opinion means nothing. If you’ve never gone through it yourself, you don’t know that feeling. That feeling in the pit of your stomach of regret. Of change. Of loss. That feeling that doesn’t seem to ever be filled the same way again. Because it won’t. ”



Not just a paved road

“Home is where you park it. Live the adventure. always moving around. never stuck in one place. Grounded to yourself rather than a location. Ability to pick yourself up and go wherever you want to. Disconnected from the normal life. Embracing the uncertainty of what may com next. Not tied down to anything or anyone. People either join your journey or you say see you later. #RVlife Normality is a paved road. But no flowers grow on it.” –  a Nomad




That’s not love.

Be mindful of those who you invest yourself in, you don’t need someone who doesn’t need you. Why would you spend time on someone that doesn’t truly care about you. They may say they do but it’s easier said then done. Actions speak louder than words. Don’t hold yourself back. Stop trying to be exactly how someone else wants you to be just so they’ll love you. That’s not love. Be who you want to be. Don’t let others control your actions. Don’t wait on them to change their mind. Its not worth it. Move forward.



Where you’ll find me

You’ll find me. Sitting in the corner of the room. Candles burning. Eyes close. Listening. To the sounds. Of nothing. Of peace. Mediating. In peace. Digging deep. Within myself. Searching. Hearts racing. Going deeper. Thoughts. Running wild. Going through my head. Bouncing off the wall trying to find a way to escape. Pushing it down. All the way through the tips of my hands to the floor. And gone. Stress released. Negative energy gone. We chose to let it in and we chose to let it out. Let it out. Then you’ll find me.