the blog

This is part of the story, a path to a worthy man.                                                                      " Experience is cruel teacher" ....sometime in the year 2013. During this past  year, being single, I colored outside the lines and with hope in my fingertips, I swirled and scribbled and looked for shelter outside the lines. Every moment that I explored had me prisoner of an experience formally unknown to me.  One rendezvous turned several had suspended my life indefinitely.  The rules : there were no walls or expectations; there was no safety.  And before long, the room was always spinning...