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IN THE WORLD OF FEAR

I want to start my post of with an excerpt of poem, that I came upon.

"In the world of fear,
Listen for the voice,
That cares,
The one who hears,
Before fallen were your tears"
Quote via "the poet" @jixifox

In the world we live in today, and even in the past, who is that voice for you that shines a light on your day. When the world is uncertain, is there someone that brings you to ease? Even if it was to get through one day at a time.

I can say for me, it’s a my brother & a friend (I feel I know like forever) that I feel we can chat about anything. It’s usually a pleasant talk of openness. Of course mostly the conversations starts a bit on edge, as passengers awaiting to board a train. The conversation then starts to head into a direction and follow a route as things begin to roll on track.

Just the voice alone does it for me. It’s like a calming feeling that if I am going through something it makes me just forget about it and get back on course to be myself.

*If you need a voice to speak to you, hit me up. I am always open to talk and always been a person to help and assist other calm their fears, doubts and anxiety.*

Send me an email or a tweet. @rawmultimedia

Photo by sheldon nand 

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JUST CAN’T… OCTOBER 7TH

Peeling back the layers of my past two months. The trials, the conflicts, I can’t give up. So I am writing today to say. I am present, I ready to try again.

I am back on my journey to write and express. I took some time to really evolve on a few other journeys I didn’t not finish completing. It’s not right to bounce around with unfinished business.

So I am keen to put forth my best foot, and know tomorrow brings new surprises and wonders.

Photo by Luke Ellis-Craven

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IT’S TIME – AUGUST 5TH

It’s time after the warm up to go in. I am ready to channel my best talent first. How is your week starting out?

Oh yea, I got a haircut today…I am so smiling.

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