I Look Around

I feel like ...something... is in the air ...and... I do not mean the ...something... that currently haunts ...us... Some would say it was ...nothing..., others ...something..., ...and... I'm left thinking if ...something... ...or... ...nothing... for them is the same ...something... ...or... ...nothing... for me ...and... truth be told, it's ...not... ...Everything... quietly depends on …

Our Hour

Remember when you scraped your knee as a kid? Hit the 'not so funny' bone on your elbow as an adolescent? Delivered a paper cut to your finger as an adult? Had your heart broken, like blind sided shattered, not the type of break when you keep taking back the same waste of time that …

I, paRANoia

(...shh!.. wait!.. be quiet!.. I think someone, or something, is outside my door! I think I hear them plotting against me, yet again... they're here!.. I knew it!.. I knew they would be back one day...) They're onto me. Let me type this really fast before I disappear. Pass it along in ways that you …

Kiss and Tell

(a making-out-with-life experience) Does a cactus in the desert worry about rain? Can you miss something that you have never seen or someone you have never met? Have you ever seen a starving buzzard not capable of flying high in the sky? Are you burning your candle at both ends or does one wick suffice …

yoU aRe…

This post is for the people who are on the down and outs. The discouraged. The dreamers. The blue collar backbone of our beaten world. The people who have nowhere else to turn to. The people who have three figures or less in their savings account, much less checking. The people who see more light …

Dear Diary,

Is this where I have to run so I can be completely honest with myself? Do I have to fluff my three pillows and down comforter and lay my body between the world and the unwashed sheets of the paper bed that I call my journal? Is this where I can sincerely share my thoughts …

i feel like…

Life has me, well, somewhat frayed. No fault to my family. No fault to my friends. No fault to myself, if we're being honest. It's 'its' fault for the way I feel. I feel like a shy stray dog that has been twice abandoned on the side of the road, hungry, visible rib cage, tired, …

i care…

I say, "I care", but do I really mean it or have we used this filler sentence so much that it has lost its grand standing importance. Have all of us been pushed to the brink of exhaustion that we say this phrase just so the other person will reveal their story, vent, then shut …