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  • Growth

  • my eyes (only)

  • Ancestral Trauma

    It has been too long, but long is never gone, for tomorrow, no matter how long, shall arise once again as long as your essence allows it! Today, I sit in a memoir of my own life. A reality of hurt and pain. A reality of my ancestry. A reality of truth. Thoughts of my…

  • Papa

    What a beautiful site: He sat in tanned clothing, He was as handsome as can be with a clean shavened face. He wore the same paint stained watch I remembered as a child. Eloquent in an unfamiliar sitting position as he spoke of an intellectual topic. I gawked and took in every inch of his…

  • Another Year….

    Another year to depart from and say good-bye to, it was fun, it was sad and it was happy! A new year to embark on to renew yourself, to say bye to the old and hello to the new. Are you ready? Are YOU ready? I can’t hear you!! ARE YOU READY!!!!!????? (“ahem” as I…

  • Night Life

    Oh this soul that tends to mine! He is my night life and when we are together, It truly feels like we are flying…..

  • Love….

    I understand. I get it. Some are open to…. All words comprised of ©camistar 2015.

  • The Evil Needle

  • Vision of our Eyes

    Our souls are our essence. Our mechanical organs run like a machine every millisecond of the day to keep our blood flowing. Our mind is able to subside as our souls are nourished or contaminated every second of the day. Our eyes can see the beauty or ugliness of our world. What my eyes see…

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