It goes against all my preconceived notions about myself.
Category: The Writing Chapters
Free-Falling
We are free-falling Everything is strange and changing But it only frightens me when I take my eyes off you You How are you so small And… Read more “Free-Falling”
Like I was Art
She showed me the photo she’d taken without my knowing it And I looked at it And I looked at it And I said nothing It wasn’t… Read more “Like I was Art”
Naming the Elephants
(Or things that I feel the need to mention before I continue blogging)
I Am From…
I’m from 3 books at the library on Wednesday evenings
and talking too fast to be understood
Words That Should Have Respect But Don’t
Disclaimer: I probably think that every word ever spoken into existence deserves more respect than it gets.
Infinite
We are infinite, God and I. Some infinities are simply larger than other infinities. That’s math; I learned it from a John Green novel.
unfiltered
Other than this last week, I’ve spent months in silence. Sometimes I think I am too much of a perfectionist about what I post on here, and that’s why it’s so hard for me to post regularly. So here I am posting something that scares my perfectionism to death: unpolished, unedited, unfiltered. Not a story. Just me, spilled onto paper.
An Old Graveyard
Bury me in an old graveyard…
Of Death and Beauty
Beauty in life is easy to see and appreciate, but beauty in death – that is a rare gift.
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