So This Is How It ends…For Now

Photo by alleksana from Pexels I don’t know how to start this post. I've written and rewritten the first sentence a dozen times. Every time I sit down to write this, I hesitate. Is it a rash decision? Am I making a mistake? No, I know this is what I need to do, and this…

Three And A Half Minutes

Photo by Pixabay from Pexels It’s a silly little thing that seems so trivial. If I’m being objective, there’s a chance that it’s completely immaterial. Am I making a thingy out of a what-cha-ma-call-it? Quite possibly, but that’s what we do here. Dance with life’s curiosities until the night grows old and our bones grow…

A Twisted Act Of Love

Photo by Clara from Pexel I feel like I’m walking through a daydream, and I really need it right now. The sun is shining, and that's a bit of a surprise. Moments ago, the clouds were heavy, and thunder shook the sky. I bit my lip and waited for the lighting, but there wasn’t a…

Willy Wonka Eat Your Heart Out

Photo by Karley Saagi from Pexels Spring is in full effect, which means, where I live, the grey clouds are heavy, and their payload crashes down like waves against a cliff. It’s wet, muddy, and I could take a bath in the puddles. Would it be unreasonable to take a bottle of shampoo outside, wash, rinse, and repeat…

Let The Fuckening Begin

Photo by Kourosh Qaffari from Pexels The words are on the tips of my fingers, but I don’t want to jinx it. Not that I believe in such things. Well, I don’t think I believe in them. Then again, I have to acknowledge a simple truth. There’s more going on in the universe than I can fathom. It…

Is This Who We Want To Be?

Photo by Pixabay from Pexels There’s been a bubble of anger sitting in the pit of my stomach for a few weeks. I’m trying to ignore it because it isn't helpful. There’s nothing I can do about the root cause of this emotion. The issue is bigger than one person, and I don’t know if there’s an easy…

A Little Black Rain Cloud

Photo by Aleksandar Pasaric from Pexels There are a lot of thoughts, feelings, and contradictions bouncing around in my brain. They’re all vying for an ounce of attention, but they won’t give me a chance to think. Shut up, let me figure this out. Just, shush! Is one louder than the others?  Hm, perhaps the voice screaming, I’m…

Pity Party For One

Photo by CDC from Pexels I’m going to start this with two simple words: I tried. I really did. There was a lot of dodging and weaving. I ducked and covered. Well, mostly covered because it’s required and, well, science. I wouldn’t call myself a master of combat. I wouldn’t compare my stealth to that of the majestic…

Pressure Like A Drip

Photo by MART PRODUCTION from Pexels It was an unfortunate decision that I regret immensely. Well, no, that’s being dramatic. It’s more of a moderate discomfort that left me with a disturbing thoughts and feelings. What was I thinking? I knew it would be a mistake before I did it. Did that stop me? No, it did not.…