Week 1 in Barbados

I can truly say that Barbados is beautiful as nature made it, the Bajan people are very nice and will offer help without you asking for it. In the capital city of Bridgetown, roads are paved with old buildings painted in bold colors of orange, lime green, pink, blue giving the small town some character and just enough color to brighten up your day.

I wonder

in this game of you versus life i wonder about your view through eyes electric blue; knowing firecoal suns, peering through pearly gates.   Picture: Fatima Albudoor Inspiration:  01/10/19, 1:24am thinking about life      

Anxious

he says overthinking won't help, i do it anyway nonstop in my loco head dancing in a loop of thoughts. he thinks i'm a star porque i made it this far... lucky me!   Picture: woked.co Inspiration: Casting Crowns - In Me

Solace

days like this when i feel like i can't take it anymore, i find solace in your words that never die.   Picture: success.com Inspiration: Every Little Thing by Hillsong Young and Free

In the clouds…

Head in the clouds day dreaming, watching our memories come to life like a play. Maybe one day we’ll be together and even if the sky falls down, the neon lights will save us   Picture: Taken by me in Abu Dhabi Inspiration: what is love?

Go!

He wants me to go he says my destiny is waiting for me on the other side of the mountain   Picture; Taken by me at Jebel Jais mountain in Ras Al Khaimah UAE Inspiration; Divine direction devotional by Craig Groeschel on You-version Bible

Cheers!

To the dreamers; ordinary people paying the price, making no excuses To the fighters who find a balance taming their minds, taking risks To these broken souls that have no where else to go but up Cheers!   Picture; popsci.com Inspiration; To the Dreamers - for King and Country

Just chill

I realize that you can’t just run away when shit gets hard. like it’s all day, everyday until the roads end. it's the phases and somehow, we wind up okay.   Picture; havegrowlerwilltravel.com Inspiration; Run Away - The Afters

His joy

it’s hard. i’m tired sick of pretending like i’m strong enough to ride this wave. some nights i cry more than once; doubts rocking me to sleep like the sound of troubled waters. to hang on to a gleam of hope is not for the weak... i won’t give up…his joy will be my strength   … Continue reading His joy