The mind, heart and soul are fighting again today. For you. Irony is, They all root for you. When you don’t even root for your own self....

The black striped shirt, Stayed in the front of my closet, For a year before I wore it, On the day you said goodbye. The black striped...

With every time a little memory of you comes back, It dwells in the soft corner of my heart, Settling, Comforting, Loving, Parts of me...

I keep bumping into people from my past all the time. People from my school who I’ve not seen in nearly 6 years. People from coaching...