Bücher von Alyssa Eve

Standing on the streets of my mind, desperate for some change. What can you spare for me? Can you spare me, stranger?Spare me from cynicism, the broken shoulder of philosophy. There's an element to suffering, one I'm quite familiar with, for without pain, there is no power.I am a beggar in my mind; where passion is currency, where consideration is a drug to crave, where desperation settles deep within my spirit. Desperate for an eye's attention, here comes dopamine's phony affection.Deflated egos everywhere are familiar with the feeling of ups & downs, and sideways looks.A beggar knows misfortune and her dreary streets to sleep. Home is a dream for discarded sentiments, a treasure, a concern to keep.

A decade passed, my head was in the clouds, fueled by hopes and dreams. Today I'm dedicated to setting lofty goals, and achieving each one.On occasion, my head drifts back to those dreams and I find myself living them.Whether known, or unknown, I have words in the world.I'm committed, despite any judgment, I carry on, I keep writing.My dreams may not be what I thought they would be.I'm the stubborn girl who has everything she wanted out of life.After getting everything I wanted, I found more.A bottomless well of inspiration, a breath-taking sip of hope.The water is clear, will not muddy, pure and ready to drink.So help yourself to the well.