I'm feeling very wise so I have some words of wisdom....

Quotes from the psyche:

Beautiful and ugly are words that are meant to describe more than just the physical.
-Kevin Tyrone Blake.

There are various, unique types of beauty. If a type does not meet the criteria of one, that doesn't mean that type is ugly.
-Kevin Tyrone Blake.

A fairy tales is the fruit born of Fantasy & Reality. The story may seem imaginative, but it most likely was inspired by a real event that could happen and the lessons and morals should be acknowledged and applied to life.
-Kevin Tyrone Blake.

When Love & Soul come together, Eden is born. A place of joy & pleasure that is earthly and divine.
-Kevin Tyrone Blake.

Art is envisioned and created. The words of writing, the scenes of a film/show/painting/photo, the lyrics and music of songs, etc. are art. If people like it, then the art was made for them. If people do not, then it was not made for them. They can exit, stage left.
-Kevin Tyrone Blake.

Feelings like attraction are not choices, but to give into it is.
-Kevin Tyrone Blake.

I don't believe that we come into this world gay, straight, Black, White, Democrat, Republican, Christian, Muslim, Atheist, etc. All those labels are self-claimed or given to us along the road of life in this world.
-Kevin Tyrone Blake.

What Did They See Excerpt: The First Glimpse

This is an excerpt from the first chapter: Nicholas: The First Glimpse:

We finally reached the beach. The sand shuffled under our shoes. The breeze created waves on the blue water. It was still sunny, but gray clouds began to cover the sky. The seagulls were talking to each other in the way they do. We searched for a spot to build our sandcastles. While Robert kept looking, I looked at the vast marshland. I could see the distant wooden cross that stood in the mud. The mud that had trapped the carriage and Nathaniel’s body. They couldn’t get either out. I wondered would they ever try again.

Past the site was Eel Marsh Island. The trees covered up the large stone house where the Drablows used to live. The sky over the island was a dark gray and spooky. It was like Heaven was showing that the place was forever cursed and no one should come there. No one had been on the island since Mr. & Mrs. Drablow went to India after the accident. But they would come back. Every time they would leave the house or come back to it, they would pass their son. The son they took care of. The son they took from her.