Maybe I cuss too much Or fuss too much Say fuck too much But my minds in touch... With the world around me The people that drown me The demons that bound me It’s my fucked up reality. But I get tired of

Are you happy? Are you in love? Do you love yourself? Are you a daydreamer or a dream seeker? What are your passions? Do you express them? Do you stand silent or make waves? Superficial people never ask.

Man thinks himself to be king and bigger than life, but how big are you in a forest full of ancients? © 2017, Teresa M. Parks. All rights reserved

Your body's been poisoned and you just might die. "You have cancer" says the doctor, and you try not to cry. "Were gonna make a plan, and try to get you well" but what they can't stress

I’m exhausted. Not from working too hard or lack of sleep. I’m exhausted from people. From the ones who appear so sincere that you destroy the walls you’ve built and expose the darkest parts of your soul.

Welcome my friend to Dayton, Ohio! Where the hookers are cheap and the drug dealers vile. Where some prefer heroin and some prefer crack, but OD's don't discriminate from being white or black. The county

So this is me, Teresa. 40 years old and no clue what I'm doing with my life. If I had a live narrator I am quiet sure at times she would be speaking in "face palm" if possible. Just like most