Far From Here There is a place far from here, Where the horses run free, Where the rivers run clear, Where no one to harm humanity is near. Take me there, I'm tired of here, I'm tired of the hurt, I'm tired of society calling me dirt, Take me where the lion can love the simple girl wearing a skirt. My mind is consumed by thoughts of perfection, Does this place exist or or is it just mere deception? If I were there I'd feel at home, My heart would be complete, If I were there I would not answer my phone, For I know there would be no deceit, Because next to the river running clear I rest my feet, At a place far from here.

Different I'm moving on taking it one step at a time, I'm looking up trying to find the bright side, I'm missing you and I'm wondering if your missing me too. I can't imagine how it is for him right now. That he's felt with the pain I've felt. Doesn't he know I'm still I'm love with him. Doesn't he know I still dream about that kiss. Another face and another place... It's different, I'm missing home without it all I do is roam... That's different, My home is where your arms are.... But you're different Right now your arms are closed.... Thought that would never be different.

Overturning Traditional Tables Tradition is an accustomed pattern of thought or action. Those who live by tradition are not amiss, but living repetitive and mundane lives. Traditions are as well a good thing, but they can become meaningless without innovational thought. #life has so much to offer if expected ideas are changed into genuine ones. Creativity is doing so, taking the usual and flipping it into something of your own conception. Creativity gives you the ability to reach into different spectrums and pull them together as one. One must remember that being creative is not standing alone, but sparking a flame for others to gain from or at least consider. The blockade of creativity is fear. It creeps in and keeps you from tearing up what is expected, it keeps you from rising above.