There are certain moments that we carry with us. Unexpectedly, they come forth to us and we remember. How we remember and perceive them can often change, even though we don't often see it. I want you to think that you're the same in the eye of my mind, but you have shifted and morphed … Continue reading What We Carry.
There are certain days that don't belong. You get up and don't feel quite there. Your head hurts, the day feels swamped without enough sleep, and everything's against you. When you reach the end, you fall into the comforts of a private life and wonder how you made it. But you made it and as … Continue reading Certain Days
I dreamed that I was Belle last night. I was dancing with the Beast, then afterwards we stretched out in front of the fire. He closed his eyes and I leaned over him, gently stroking the fur around his face. He opened his eyes and I was staring into them for what seemed like the … Continue reading Tale as Old as Rhyme.
I'm sorry that it took so long to blog. I really meant to write but... I was busy. I didn't know what to write. Life got complicated. I give excuses to why it didn't happen, and so do you. I know you do, because I've seen it way too often lately. "I'm sorry there was … Continue reading I’m Sorry That It Took So Long…
I always come back to writing. No matter how long it's been since I last put words to paper, I always come back to write something else down, if only for my own sanity. Most people think of books when they think of writing. In the very least, people assume you're writing short stories. I … Continue reading The Need to Write.
I decided to delete Facebook. It was something that I've been tossing over for a couple of years now. I've wanted to delete it because I'm just tired of it all. I was tired of the arguing, I was tired of the obnoxiousness of some people, I was tired of the silly little memes that … Continue reading Facebook Unplugged.
People are on edge. A tiny thing can set someone off. It's understandable, I'm sure. These are troubled times. People are politically on edge. I don't talk about my politics. I won't start now. But especially right now, I'm tired. I'm tired of hearing about it all. He said, she said. I think it's time … Continue reading On Edge