The projects that I've created display my personality and who I am as a human being. My commitment and passion bleeds through all of my projects!
Quiet. Silent. The silent sounds of white noise block out the conversations of surrounding pedestrians. Bloomsbury blooms, as it’s known for its floral accent and scents. Just breathe in the smells of the distant rain and the distinct smells of the bright, red roses. They’re not difficult to spot, but their petals are pointed upward, almost to the sky. It’s like they’re longing for something, but what? The white fountain splashes as people stop to photograph its beauty. But, have you ever wondered how much of that water is pure? Sure it’s white, but white doesn’t always signal purity. Blood on a pure white sheet is murder and mud on a pure white sheet is dirt. So how much of that water is truly pure? The fountain itself falls innocently, but how much of that is? The people surrounding the fountain sit innocently as they chug their coffees from the nearby cafe. As they sit, and as I sit, I wonder how innocent the people truly are. Everybody goes through their own mess, but only some of us know how to express it. In a way, we’re just as impure as the water, or does the water rinse away the impurities of those who ruined it? Questions like these continue to resurface and as time surpasses, I become more and more immune to the pressures of life. I feel like questions like these help me build a new world, one of which is impossible to describe. At least to outsiders, but to me, it’s a spiritual awakening that sources from the rushing water of the unknown. The thought of it creates this uncanny feeling, one of which is impossible to describe. I don't question my dear sanity, but I do worry what the other side holds. As I sit here amongst the water, amongst the people, alone with my thoughts, swirling in my head like a tornado, I stop to breathe. I don’t get up, I just sit there, immersed in my own tornado of the pictures and words my brain dares to storyboard. I feel alive while being deathly silent, as the blood in my veins is the only thing that rushes through my body. I don’t feel it though, as I’m silent and still. The rushing water slowly dilutes the storm, drip…drip…drip. With each drop, a slow teardrop flows down my face. Not a tear of sadness, but of stability and tranquility. The drops begin to drown me, as I begin to cry tears of glass. My soul has become one with her surroundings, and for the first time, she’s able to fly through pure air, from that pure water, and the pure souls that surround it. As long as she believes those things are pure, she’s pure, as the negativity in her heart has been washed away. In Bloomsbury, she’s bloomed, she’s blossomed, with the help of the rushing water that’s set the foundation for many souls to come.
Over the summer, I took a web design class, and with that class, I learned how to make and polish websies. Now, I won't have to opay for website builders or domains. I have the skill, so why not put it to good use? The website was called, "CalmEchoes" where I "offered" therapy services for those who needed it. That was one of my favorite projects because I truly awakened a new part of myself when building it!
This is the website you're looking at right now! It's not much yet, but I hope to add more sections and eventually create an entertaining blog for all of you to read!