There is a helicopter in the sky.

Its’ sound follows the vessel. Quite delayed.

The helicopter is almost out of sight, yet its engine’s thunder remains to bellow through the sky.

Could this be like the reminiscence of someone who has so deeply effected society or even the world?
This is what I wish for. This is why I write.

To take the overflowing thoughts that are drowning my mind and to pour them into the souls of those who read my writing.

I want my words to be sewn with love, embroidered with wisdom, inked in my ideologies, and packaged with my empathetic nature.

I can help you. I would have trouble solving your banking issues or formulating a formula to help you save the necessary amount for rent each month, but I hope my words help you in some way.

With every person I make conversation with, I humbly acquire the confidence to say that I have unquestionably lived the same life span in eighteen years that of which a mother can say she has in forty six. I admire the mothers of the world, I admire those who have fought our wars, and built our towers, and aided those in need. I admire them.

I also admire myself.

I have also overcome mental barricades that have for so long encaged the fire inside me that was dying.. and I brought it back to life.

Can my words be so powerful as to exit the mind they are immured inside of and be gifted life?

They tell me I have high hopes. I say “we will see.”