"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
On my nightstand, my cell phone alarm echosbefore the first peaking crumb of morning sunlight -I smell coffee laced air after a long restless nightand stumble down the foggy hall of a work week’s shadow.-Endless road...Drive...More endless...Drive...Lines on asphalt, road signs,..Drive...turn signals, cruise control...-I brush my teeth, urinate, and quietly beholdas I hesitantly sit atop …
Could, Would, or Should You... Kiss on a first date,Smile at a turn-on,Make the first move,Be the first one to call or text, - (it was at this point in the blog that the writer decided to go off kilter because he was simply tired of the mundane, ordinary thoughts and wanted to wander outside …
Have you ever looked forward to something in life, like anticipated it with every fiber of your being, and it did not pan out like you imagined it would? How much time did you spend running that scenario through your head? How much energy did you give your 'perfect planned sequence of events'? How disappointed …
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 …
in an open field, alone, constantly chewing, always standing, sometimes laying, through the wind and rain, on frost covered ground, in the middle of summer's fury, with each passing season, old lonely cow waits, unknowingly patient, for the day when her sculptured grazing silhouette transitions from farmer's field to carnivore's plate. some people will say …
Hey,you knew this day was going to come and it sucks to have to sit here and type the things you are about to have to read and dissect and reflect on for the millionth time in your life.It gets old - I know. You expected this type of unselfish gloating from your inner being …
The first couple sips of coffee in the early hours of the morning workweek, ... I want this moment. When my breathe touches the outside air in the coldness of winter and I can see my soul with each exhale. The crunch I hear as I tread upon the trees' shedded clothes, the fallen leaves …
Why is a good decision hard to make? Tell me, please! Or is it not really that difficult and my mind is just playing tricks on me yet again? On the other hand, why does it seem like a bad decision is so easy to make? I try to think if there was ever a …
Where do I begin? I mean, seriously... ... I saw the beautiful shell of my deceased Aunt lying in a casket today, and it has me pondering. Thinking. Reflecting on the many reflections I see, a never ending epiphany considering this birthday is the one that determines a lot of things about where I see …
...the silence.........the instancewhen we acceptthe precipice.........the momentwe enterthe void.........where ? can we go toabsorb it,together?...where ? can we go to taste it,together?...where ?can we go tobe one with it,together?......where is the "the"?.....The silence stays with meuntil it is tired of meor maybe this feelingof morose issuppose to last longerthan I think it is.........wait!..shh!...Can you hear …
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