"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
( 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 …
A tear that is wiped away - is it less important than one that falls? My friend once told me, "the only time I am happy is when I'm asleep," and every time I readjust my rearview mirror and see myself, or stare at my reflection as I shave my face, or gaze at my …
Inside Out - a story about a female ghost who finds herself torn between her current realm and the place where her twin flame resides. Will her memories keep her connected to him or will she abandon all hope of being able to touch him again while slowly losing herself in the grey? A girl …
The fifth post I published (#5 out of 87) on this now one year and eight month fiction, nonfiction, and poetic blogging journey of mine was titled The Aged and the Ageless (feel free to click and read). It was posted a couple of months before Covid became a global issue. Since then, as well as …
"Babe?" She rolls over and faces him after her question. "Yeah?" He rolls over onto his side and faces her after he answers her question. "What do you see when you look at me?" He grins at her. She smiles back. They exchange blinks. Both of them had been waiting all week to create a …
I'm going to start out by saying, "if this post offends you - good!" If this post does not offend you, then I say, "Great! Even better!" Right now, at this present moment, some of you are finding yourself at a crossroad. You are reading the scrolling newsfeeds and witnessing miraculous events combined with the …
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 …
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 …
In a reality that seemed like a dream, I hit the snooze button on the alarm and drifted away for a couple more hour long minutes. In a dream that seemed like a reality, I set the alarm, laid my head on my pillow, and transported to a place that had missed my absence. Don't …
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