The Writer Within

I. Miss. You. Right now as your eyes read those words above, you’re inquiring within whether or not I am speaking to you. Remove the doubt because.. I Am. Time has passed and familial obligations are always at the forefront but… I. Miss. You. I miss your ability to transform a moment into a movie

Maneuvering Fog

Years have been crammed into weeks Weeks with seconds feeling like days Days that time seemed to get wrong Not sure what’s next or if next will be far ahead A desire of silence and a trusted place to lay one’s head That’s not it because silence keeps the mental vinyl spinning Not quite sure

Writers do what..

Word is… writers talk too much. Maybe it’s the fact that they aren’t afraid to beautifully compose some of the ugliest moments. Perhaps it’s the gift of expressing what is in such a way that others digest or choke on its truth.. or fiction Writers don’t talk too much. Others may feel exposed or maybe

Fearless Pieces

Some of the best songs are written from the spaces and places that we didn’t see coming. And although there’s still so much to unveil and connect with, there’s a special space filled with comfort just for you. Maybe it’s the empath in me or the path that I see or maybe it’s exactly where

Sleeping with other people

Nope, this post isn’t about me doing a tell all or something that will keep you daydreaming while at work. Wrong blog. Sleeping With Other People is the name of the movie that I watched today. It was recommended to me. Usually, the title would make me say that I’m not interested in a movie

Sprouts

There’s something sprouting Watered by years of dreams and tears Unyielding pursuits and misunderstandings Lives laid to rest upon the plight There’s something sprouting What will it yield? And who will be blessed to glean Still sowing with the reward unseen No hope has been lost The journey wages on And though the unknown is

Question after question

What would you do for a Klondike bar? No, seriously, what do you do when you don’t know what to do but keep doing what you’re doing because doing nothing isn’t an option? And how does it feel when you’re wanting to feel more than what you’ve been feeling because what you’ve been feeling isn’t