growing up is a hard thing to do
Oh, the intricacies of human emotions. Have you ever found yourself in a moment where it's crystal clear to you, I mean CRYSTAL clear that the next decision you make will send your life on a course that you better be sure you want to go on...? I've had many of those. Some I am very aware of, but I'm feeling too good or too bad to pay attention to them. Others, well, I don't even realize (in my conscious mind that is) that I made my decision even before the situation presented
My Mind Is Playing Tricks On Me
My boyfriend walks into our cozy cabin (we're in the woods for thanksgiving, a treat from him :) and it's been an interesting stay so far.) Anyway, I digress. He walks into the tiny cabin with a cup of coffee for me and goes "I'm seeing this place differently now." I ask why, and the sum total of his spiel is that he fears this place isn't entirely what it seems. You know, people are nice, but something's off...? In the current atmosphere (well, the word current may be an odd
Vengeance Plot
Step one: plot revenge Step two: execute plot Step three: laugh out loud Step four: cry out loud Step five: feel remorse Step six: plot apology Step seven: execute plot Step eight: get angry Step nine: scream lungs out Step ten: go to bed.
An Ode To Change
There have been moments in my life I've feared I may have to live through... Moments when dying seemed easier -- plain and simple. How to go about dying on the other hand, not so much. Funny thing though, I lived through them. Cheers to change. This morning, faced with a blank page and nothing to write about, I find myself reminded of a post I read on a friend's Facebook page last Saturday. I've shared it below. He is to say the least, an incredibly talented man, and I am so
Dear World,
when your eyes flutter shut under the same skies as I, do you feel I ought to wake? May I please sleep till a new day dawns with a BOOM! where I burn bright, scattering flakes of dust... Blue, black, red ... red. Dear world, when you dream under a blanket of midnight blues as I, do you dream of me? Wrapped in remnants of lightning bolts gone rogue... White, bright, red ... red. BOOM! and thick liquid oozes from that place where I birth you. You, the black omen to condemn me.
