11:11

do you still wish? do you still dream, on stars and clocks and pennies tossed in fountains? do you miss the way things used to be, when you were happy, free, ungrounded?   am i wasting precious breath? am i silly to attempt a lost art, in being optimistic? am i stupid or a fool, … More 11:11

Relativity

Above the world,  beyond it all, we sat at the top of the Ferris wheel. Inky, endless night surrounded us as we looked, and we saw the world from a higher perspective. The way the lights twinkled, Neon, tinted with spirit. And that the people looked how we must look to God in the heavens. … More Relativity

Optimism

Here I am–right where I never thought I’d be. At my new job, playing secretary, sitting in an office by the door waiting to greet people. I have a smile on my face and a laptop on my desk. It’s a lovely setting, neither overwhelming or boring. It’s strange, that the days of sending emails … More Optimism

Sparked

I am so inspired. By all of these feelings, all of the experiences, all of the changes. It sparks me into someone else, someone who sees the creativity in everything. I want to write about the expression on your face when I catch your eye from across the room. I want to capture the feeling … More Sparked

Addicts

There was a girl. Sleepy a lot of the time, she drank words like water. She was content, but needed to be stirred. Living, but not alive. So she wandered until suddenly there was a boy. Purely chilled, always thoughtful, content to sit in coffee shops and sip on dreams until the world ended. He … More Addicts

Dreaming

I sat in the meadow with you, my hair braided over my shoulder. There was a yellow dress. A kiss. Willow trees. Happy smiles. We talked for hours. Every little thing that crossed our lips became a conversation. And when we danced, the trees danced with us. Days grew to years. Time brought relief, safety, … More Dreaming

Waking Up

Every day I wake up. There is always a moment of pure silence, a certain peace, as soon as I first become conscious. And then I open my eyes and everything rushes back like a flood. Who I am, what I’ve done, who I’m becoming. I always try to determine if I’ve changed overnight. I … More Waking Up