The hardfork might've been trouble for the bigger accounts. I haven't been here long enough to know exactly what it is. But I've noticed that it's quite beneficial to the smaller accounts. My votes are

Where I live and Belong, I'm no more important than my, insignificant at the time, steemit account. But still I know that it's where the sun will always rise again in the morning. It's been 6 days since

Fire burning , Cold as ice, Winter shivers in summertime, Trees they speak, Covered in snow, Melting slowly, Streams that glow. 🔥🔥🔥 🌡❄️❄️ ☃️😬🌞 🌲🗣🌨 💧💧💧 🌊✨✨

What's everything for? Why do we fight, love, win, loose, struggle, thrive and so on. Is there nothing more. Are we merely Tiny oraganisms on the universal scale, waiting to die out and be replaced until

I traveled beyond the boundaries I knew. I felt confined but free. For now I saw everything and realised the difference between a caged life and a content one! I walked by every red, blue and green or

Hearts intertwined, Lovers whom will find, Scented scarfs on eachothers neck, Tamper with their minds. Its mild hypnosis, A trance no one explains, A secret so well kept for all the pain We all retain,

And he the tree will see the generations, Pass by long after the day of his inauguration, He'll grow, spread wide! All across the land. Turning cliff to mind, cliff to mountain, cliff to sand.

I wrote this song and sang it. The music is from a YouTube channel called "right beats radio" I do not own it.

Miracles Down Madness Avenue.

The whole buzz about Wonder Woman had got me thinking that why I never liked her as a super hero. I was curious a few years ago because I had a comic book phase but anyway so here are some things that

And for those of us who seek refuge in the skies above us, this is merely everyday life, a part of a seemingly unfortunate routine. But we're doing just fine.

People you don't know. Eyes focused, watching! There are a lot of expectations to meet. Will be starting in story format soon. All work uploaded and that will be uploaded is original and created by myself.

There is a notable difference between legends and relics.

Red sky, dark clouds. The sun was reaching out for me. I chose the darkness, closed my eyes and jumped. I never looked back.

Broken dreams have never looked so beautiful to me. There's beauty to be found in the most unexpected places. The most unexpected prespectives.

I remember how lost I felt. Mountain paths and trees all around me. Lost and emptied, feeling devoid of soul. They say that the right path is for those who look for it. That is not entirely true. Sometimes

A story worth telling, No words could explain, We learned of eachother, In joy and in pain, I'm new to the community, I've decided that I'm going to pursue photography with the help of this new community.

Is it wise to seek wisdom? The hidden pain in bliss. You've seen these harsh realities. Don't claim they don't exist. Hold your own hand at least then You'll know when you plan on letting go. What you

I see colours, Both black and white, When was it day, When will it be night. I see colours, Both black and White, Darkness lurking, Burning bright. ☝🏻👀🌈 ⚫️⚪️ 🤷🏻‍♂️🌞🤷🏻‍♂️🌛 ☝🏻👀🌈 ⚫️⚪️ 🌔🌓🌒🌚

The north always has a daunting essence in its beauty.