Category Archives: Postaday

Difference of Being.

Sometimes I don’t like to write and I do it anyway. I struggle to write and I try to fill the pages of my journal and I hate myself. Why am I doing this when I don’t want to write? … Continue reading

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Convenience

We take many things for granted here in the twenty-first century. This is a redundant statement and probably a thought that is common sense, but how often do you actually sit down and think about how much we take for … Continue reading

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The Barrier of Thoughts

I think the biggest barrier that stops people from full honesty in their private writing is the fear that others will read what they’ve said without knowledge or permission. To know that others could see their innermost thoughts without them … Continue reading

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Relinquish

I see the sun, the rays beat down on black pavement like the middle of July in September. I don’t dream of bitter winds that come after, as the sun convinces us completely that it’s not ready to relinquish its … Continue reading

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Another Day

A woman was complaining about some people we know mutually. This is my response: “I just focus on my attitude and the people that I work with.” “Isn’t it hard sometimes?” “Sometimes, but tomorrow’s another day.” “Well, aren’t you a … Continue reading

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The Reasoning

This is the reasoning of the ages: that others’ opinions don’t matter unless they share the sentiments together. A crumb of difference, however slight, will push the hearer towards a world war more devastating than previous experiences. Shades of gray … Continue reading

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Steps I Take.

The memory of going away alone, the tentative steps towards the sky. The oceans rise to meet the heaven, splattered with colors that don’t seem to match, yet meld together into something picturesque. It swallows me whole, unaware of it … Continue reading

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