NFL Player | Poet | Public Speaker | Artist
1 We aren't hiding anymore when we're twenty seven. —One glorious evening, to heaven with cheesecake and wine, Noisy restaurants with their faint WiFi! We walk through the gardens of the Getty and watch the sunset. The blossoms smell good in the good September evenings! At times the aroma fills the sky and we open…
Continue reading ➞ Gardens & Sunsets at The Getty.
And if Joy comes How will we welcome him? Will we not fear him, Will we not cower After knowing only Depression for so long? Though we have prayed for him, Though we have drank All through our night (lifetime) What if we hope again to Hear the click Of his mighty boots On the…
On August 29th, the world saw a side of me that not many have before. I revealed my life, my love, and my dreams on a terrifyingly public platform. The process leading up to making the decision to go public with my sexuality was a tough labyrinth with excitement and fear amongst the many twist…
I believe the foundation of human connection is vulnerability. Yet, at a young age, we learn to hide behind masks. The lesson can start as young as four years old, and start with smiling for a picture you don't feel so happy to be taking. We grow up telling people we are fine when we…
My therapist asked me a simple question. It was our first time meeting, and I’m sure it’s a question most therapists ask clients paying them too much to do too little. The question was: “What brought you here?” Now me-having just dropped surmountable money for this session, being an excessive overthinker, emotional as all hell,…
Continue reading ➞ How One Question from my Therapist helped me Realize how much a Soul can Handle.
I want to tell you all good morning, that I had a restful nights sleep, and I'm prepared to attack the day. I want to tell you all of this but frankly, none of that B.S. is true. A lot of us don't have the luxury of just giving up on the day around 7…
I need to write more when I’m in love. I need to stop holding your hand on these long Malibu walks And write more. I need to stop staring deeply into your eyes across the dinner table And write more. I need to stop watching you dance through the night And write more. I…
Blind I remember the first time I saw you. Not when I stumbled upon your Instagram and saw you in so many places with so little clothes. I remember the first time I saw you. Not when I picked you up from the airport. When we exchanged hellos, didn’t touch but smiled at each other…
The way you say tomorrow Terrifies me As if I’ve trapped you in today And you’re searching for all the exits.
I was not born into a religious family. It was just my mother and I when I was younger and religion didn’t pay the bills, not in my house. My mother worked two jobs and went to school while I was always trying to do what I could to help around the house. Sundays were…
Continue reading ➞ Is this Church Built with Wood from the Cross