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, …

She Was, He Was

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 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 …

Little Whisper

My todays tarry, flaked, bright sunrises to glowing, midnight moon, tangled in an inevitable swoon, constantly chasing the prizes of the lives we marry. Little whisper breathe, and pepper my tired ear, while frozen I stand in place, I take my hand and erase a wet capsulated tear into its endless sea. My yesterdays beckon, …