In Ruins

I often wonder what was more foolish – we built something on cracked joists and broken beams with expectation of strength or created a façade of beauty to hide away the ugliness inside.

Only specters remain of what would have been. A forgotten time – a forgotten place built on the promise of potential. Cracks in the foundation only wilt under pressure and strain – imploding on one’s self. We laid waste to our hopes and dreams only to reveal the decay and untold truth inside.

Desolate reminders that everything has its time and its place and nothing lasts forever, only snap shots of memories captured in time.

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Beauty – Six Word Story


Beauty can’t beheld by poisoned eyes.

This is a photo of Lizzie Velasquez. About 9 years ago, someone posted a video clip to the internet called “The Ugliest Woman In The World” which featured pictures of Velasquez. Little did the creator of the video know (or likely care) is that Lizzie suffers from two rare diseases, Marfan and lipodystrophy, which doesn’t allow her to gain weight. She is also completely blind in her right eye. Comments on the video included viewers encouraging Velasquez to “kill herself” and wondering why her parents would keep her.

Lizzie was crushed but owned the situation and has now become a spokesperson for acceptance of oneself and inspiring others with body image issues. To read more about her story check out this link.



Staring at the blank page reminds me of how empty I feel inside. You see, I drink white wine when the words are flowing and red wine when the words won’t come. The red wine clouds my mind and releases what I really feel inside.

I never wanted much for my life but to be great and know I made it. Money isn’t a thing. They say money doesn’t bring you happiness but I like drinking expensive wine and taking pretty ladies dancing and money helps me do both of those things.

I found the hard way that “Till Death Do Us Part” just doesn’t pertain to physical death. We experience, we learn, we grow, and even forgive but we never forget. How could I? After all, the two closest women in my life haunt me in my dreams. What you represent – my failure, my insecurities, my inability to see. Those days are over, but I know what they represent, they opened my eyes and on those occasions that’s when I really learned to see.

I attempted to make the world a better place than I found it and I tried to give back. I found the true wealth of a rich man is experience, kindness, and humility. I can’t take any tangible objects with me to the grave but a show of how many people you touched and show up to your funeral service separates the richest men that were alive.