What if?

Nothing ruins a perfectly good day like "what if?". What if...? What if...? What if today, I didn't let it? What if today, I tried to take a deep breath instead of reacting? What if today, I remember how much power my thoughts truly have and choose accordingly? What if I'm a radio, and my... Continue Reading →

On Gods and Grandma’s

Some days, we're ruled by the head, and some days, it's all the heart. Other days, though, I think there's some special place where the two dance together. It only happens when I a) don't try to make it happen, and b) don't think about it. It's like Fight Club, except you sound crazier than... Continue Reading →

The overwatered avocado

Like a raindrop will never strike the same spot twice, I pray that no matter how I think or perceive it, I am changing. Like water can eventually wear away a stone, I pray I can find who I really am behind how I think or how I perceive. Like love can be a cool... Continue Reading →

Damned these lies on

Why do we kill dandelions? They're actually a food and a remedy. They're just a flower, but we call them a weed. They grow everywhere like crazy, but they get sprayed and pulled up. It's weird. It's like we pick the dumbest shit to fight the hardest and it makes no sense. Couldn't people just... Continue Reading →

Overanalyzing Children’s Cinema

Sometimes, it's as if my heart becomes a fist that squeezes and slams around my chest. This fist gets labelled as anxiety, and then I breathe and do other things to alleviate it. It never goes away completely, it just gets a little better. That makes me think I need to do more, and I... Continue Reading →

The Best Part of Waking Up…

A cup of coffee, the sun rises in waves. The colors resplendent, and here I am. Full of things I wish I was not. Memories and yesterdays I wish I forgot. Like the house of a hoarder, with a couple less cats. Except you can't see the hoarding, it's just tucked away. All the words... Continue Reading →

Define the Line

I found a world that wasn’t there Tho it seemed so real to me I saw words that didn’t exist Yet I saw it with my own eyes I had a home that wasn’t mine Tho I swore it at the time I found a door that wasn’t a door More like the guillotine of... Continue Reading →

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