Let It Be A Sweet, Sweet Sound.

It's been a whole season since I've written anything real or of reflection. Summer was definitely a season. A season of slight ups but heavy downs. The past year was very difficult for me and I'm happy I was able to conquer the storms by myself. September is slowly coming to a close and, now, I find myself in the cafe of William Paterson University. I like it here...I truly do. There are so many different and new faces of which I'd like to know...(but, I really wish I had the time to get to know everyone)... I recently had a long conversation with my best friend about how certain people can really fascinate us. This sort of fascination doesn't come from attraction. It's the type of fascination that ignites from the desire of knowing more about those certain people. Every face we see around ourselves has a story, an opinion, a stance, a religion....I personally think that it's the human mind that makes the person. Our interests, opinions, stances, beliefs, ...

I always loved sitting on my throne with sticks in each hand and ready to hit every single beat. Year after year, my skills progressed and the music going in my ears and out into my hands changed as I played. This wasn’t for the attention. No way that I would put my pride before my art and I would never ask for praise to start. This is for the feeling I get within my body, a type of feeling that I couldn’t quite explain. Every beat and crash of a cymbal, every kick of a bass and bang of a tom was like a kiss to my body. Everything like a sensational high as I banged away. But it was still more than a temporary high, It’s still more than what I can do. Sitting on a throne, sticks hand in hand and I know there are eyes on me. I don’t want those eyes, I don’t want those eyes on me. My focus of my musical talent was for someone greater than I am. Someone bigger and greater than storms and kings. A congregation’s eyes should see an almighty Savior Ki...