Living the Beat

It came as naturally as breathing to me. Twirling the sticks in my hand or crashing down on the tom tom was second nature to me. Even the base was like the beat of my heart. I came alive with ever hit, bang, and tap.

First Meetings

When I touch his hand now days it reminds me of the first time I held his hand. Which then leads me to the first time we met. I had been getting out of a taxi at...

Fascinating

I touched the object in front of me unsure if I should touch it again.  I looked up to mother, she smiled and I instantly knew I could continue moving it through my hands. How was this possible? Did mother know holding light in your hands was a miracle within it's self? She didn't seem as impressed by the lights, but with every glance I gave her She smiled back reassuring and calm.

My choice of Poison

 As the bartender poured me a glass the drink seemed to take on a life of it's own. All I had to do was take the glass, put it to my lips, and drink. How hard could it be?