July,18,2011-“My sweet Melissa, write, write, write, and write some more. Use this pad for your thoughts, Poems and anything else you want to put out. I Love You, put those wonderful words on paper that only You can do- Always, Mommy”

August, 2011- As I sit here, My thoughts just begin to ponder, My mind begins to wander. What is this life? What is the plan in me? I lay and stare into the clouds , are you there? Because it seems like there is more then distance between us. Dogs barking, wind blowing, the sky is dancing in the sunset. The world just keeps on turning, the clouds continue to merge into the rhythm of the wind. Can you hear me threw the soft whisper of nature here in between us, with us. There is a deep voice out into the distance, But what’s their existence? I slowly begin to wonder as I stare into these clouds, are you there? Can you hear me? Again, it seems like more then distance between us. Are we all like ashes in the bottom of this moving smoke, Traveling down the wind? This view of the distance is beautiful, But its oh so far away. Hopefully ill meet you in the clouds one day.

September,22,2014- Blank shadows lay faceless on the ground of thee cold earth. Nothing but the treading water through our mindless thoughts seem to appear in this darkness. Life stands still, even for a moment, But yet the air we breath is still moving. Movement is nothing but a figure of imagination while things still lay within the placid truth. Our shadows still reflect the tears of our memories back onto you. As I sit here in the cool lifeless air of this dark nightly world, I begin to reflect on the faceless shadows that follow. Where are we going? What is the meaning? Life is immersible and true, That is You.

We are never alone in this world. God is listening, ready to rescue you. PSALM 34:17

Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, Just as in fact you are doing. 1 THESSALONIANS 5:11 NIV

I found this, these notes to my self, some of my old writing, i took it as a letter to Myself. My mother encouraging me to write as I began as such a young child, reflecting on a few years ago the depth of my feelings, watching and changing, I’m growing. Were so much better alive. Stay and face what youre feeling, were each one in a million.

XOXO MALDO