"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
You do not have time anymore. Time has us. The master of thieves. ... If you want to see the ocean, go see it. If you want to see a live band, go to that concert. If there is a dream you want to chase, go and try to manifest it. If you want to …
I once knew a little boy that was so full of life... he was never scared... he thought the world was safe... he ate Fruity Pebbles and watched old school Looney Tunes... he actually looked forward to the humid summertime heat... he had endless energy... he avoided work at all costs... he rode bicycles on …
( apply what you want - negate the rest )___________________________I'm thankful I have myself.I’m thankful that I take up more, now, for my own mental health and self esteem than I did in my twenties. I'm thankful I did not give up when the many occasions presented itself for me to do so.I'm thankful to …
My readers, how I have missed you over the course of the past month! People occasionally ask me 'what is writing to you', and I find myself sticking to the same analogy, a descriptive analysis that I will probably attach myself to until I am no more. Writing, to me, is compared to that first …
I sat on her couch. She handed me a pill. I watched her swallow hers before I swallowed mine. She dimmed the lights in her living room and lit a couple of candles. She put on a Rufus Du Sol playlist. I watched every movement she made with great intrigue. I rubbed the tops of …
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 …
I remember her and I know she remembers me and we will continue to do so forever. There is no other way for us to live. I could try to forget her or her me, but I know I will fail so what am I to do except breathe and curse the air that continues …
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 …
She Was She was sitting on a park bench, basking in the lukewarm sun. The only shade that cloaked her body was when a cloud passed in front of the glowing, high noon orb. The light kissed her body like the reflective wrapper on a fresh piece of hand crafted chocolate. When you unwrap it, …
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 …
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