The Life of a Premature Metro Goddess

Honey and Sweet, as my first love, as it were in creation. When God set in motion, before man before child, before sky before sea, before you before me. Was there love then, to shape and mold this Earth that grew up around Him. We were reflections of Him and I am reflected in you. Let our love grow as he loved us. We submit to this love, obey heavens command, standing firmly planted moving into each other. Let our souls intertwine this heart becomes yours as yours has become mine. The sweet sounding joy, like loves first hello, loves first parting goodbye. Sweet sounding joy like loves first embrace upon loves first return. Monumental in essence, essential to existence. Sweet sweet joy as I walk with thee this love walks with me on toward heaven.

I have writer's block. I have said this before, several times over the past few years as a matter of fact. I have always been a writer. I remember winning first place in the young authors contest in 3rd grade, this due to my overwhelming desire to write and my overactive imagination. As the years have progressed I established this kind of pattern I would write a lot, for months at a time, and then at a certain point the writing would stop as if my brain were recharging and I would wait for it to come back. Typically emotions would be linked to the writing so it was never an issue when I stopped. Never an issue until recently. As with many people I saw this major life shift after graduating college, this care free life I had evolved into a life of responsibility, jobs, payments, I will say responsibility yet again. You grow up and things change but I never expected the writing to stop. As a matter of fact I created this blog as a college senior with all expectations that upon gradua...