
Seconds in minutes turn hours
Days in months morph to years
An old calendar, a broken watch
A fool in the midst awaits
Happy Saturday. I send you hugs from Brooklyn. Thank you for reading my blog. PS don’t be that fool.
With love Guady G

Seconds in minutes turn hours
Days in months morph to years
An old calendar, a broken watch
A fool in the midst awaits
Happy Saturday. I send you hugs from Brooklyn. Thank you for reading my blog. PS don’t be that fool.
With love Guady G

Muted words
Resonate
Louder
Have a grand Friday.
Hugs from Brooklyn Guady G

Leaves change color
Soon they rest on the ground
I’m comforted knowing that a barren tree will once again thrive
It’s nature and a cycle that is expected to reset
But the lone tree saddens me because it chooses to stay barren
It finds comfort in being isolated
It prevents the growth of its own beauty.
Whatever fruit they could have provided shall be no more.
It’s sad that you bring them the sun, water and nourishment yet only cold winter days is all they want to see.
In the future it will be that sole fallen tree in the middle of the forest. No one will know about it and worse no one will care.
Please don’t become that lone tree. Seek help or let someone help you. You are important and you are loved. I send you hugs from Brooklyn.
With Love Guady G.

If you surrender your rights to others, they will write your story. So don’t be surprised when your character suffers or gets written out.
Take control! You can be the author of your own darn story. So stop wasting time and start writing!
Well? What are you waiting for?
Sending you hugs from Brooklyn. Guady G