In a treasure room, I'll find my happiness there in shape and name, in serendipity of something not wanted nor needed but found all the same. I collect those trinkets but share them instead. An ambition to spread that joy to family and friend, to see what it means to be fortunate in both our… Continue reading Gift Giving
A memory in distress. Being repressed by everything, it seems. A slate cleaned sometimes means doing whatever it takes to not feel anymore. But there's therapy in the truth. A little ruse to get it off your chest, leaving it, at best, an easily forgotten dream.
If you are reading this, I am thankful for you. I'm thankful that you think what I have to say is worth your time. I may not know you (in fact, most of the people who frequent this blog are complete strangers to me) but it really means a lot to me when I see… Continue reading An Open Letter to Those I Appreciate
I was working on a comprehensive list of the things that I'm thankful for since Thanksgiving is coming up, but I started having trouble putting them together in a creative way. Since this is obviously not that list, I guess it could be on Wednesday or Friday or never, who knows! Just in case I… Continue reading Thoughts of Thank
I dream of people I want to forget as I sleep away days and days. Losing time and patience to get a semblance of happy little rays. Sunshine and smiles are scarce. Something out of nothing is the philosophy that keeps me going, that even I can achieve some greatness or just become a bit… Continue reading It Comes in Waves
I try my best not to dwell on mistakes. To theoretically live without regret. It's sort of a recent development that I've come to let the past go and turn my attention to the present and future. I'm a happier person because of it. My stress levels are way down and I feel as if… Continue reading Things of the Past
Weird day. But, ya know, Langston Hughes always makes me feel good. Or better at least. Too Blue I got those sad old weary blues. I don't know where to turn. I don't know where to go. Nobody cares about you When you sink so low. What shall I do? What shall I say? Shall… Continue reading Hughes Blues Part Two
Every day I wake up and say to myself, "Alright, it's time to get crackin' on chapter ___, you've been wasting a lot of time." And more often than not, I go to bed without having written a single word. Not because I don't know what to write, but because I become overcome with this… Continue reading Self-Doubt is a Bitch
Don't forget the pain of a loss. Too much to be found at a great cost. Dying is easy. Just close your eyes. Living is a struggle once you realize that your wounds can be mended and what's important needs to be defended.
Nothing too simple, tomorrow or tonight, could feel so good or hide from sight. Success comes from those you touch. Even a bit of praise can mean so much.