At surface level is the smile, The laugh, The sneering At surface level is the toughness, The stories. The illusion At surface level is your perception, The ideals…the experience At surface level is the manipulation. The roles, The rules At surface level is my nightmare Continue reading
Time controls our life, where money can’t reach. Sometimes we just need to enjoy the ride, for what it is and nothing more. It’s the little things. I’m just going to ignore my ‘what ifs’ and have some fun. I’m going to wing it, no strings. Want to join? But quick question, how do you … Continue reading
I am afraid of being vulnerable. I don’t like the idea of someone knowing things about me. I don’t like the idea of someone being able to use those things against me. If I had to describe myself to you, I’d say I was that campfire marshmallow that caught on fire once, and melted off … Continue reading
Not every post you’ll ever write will move mountains, in prison the unprisonable, or manipulate time. Most of the time you’ll type that last word and think, ‘Okay – this is okay. Not great, sort of good. Okay.’ And that is how it goes. Continue reading
This is my week of yes. Anything is going to go. Bring on the escapade and serendipity of saying yes, or truthfully answering any question I get asked. Only rule is – if I don’t want to do it, I have to do it. I’ll keep you ‘posted.’ Pun intended. Continue reading
He sat there. Re adjusting his tie, that could’ve been blue at some point. The little fold out chair held his weight, and all of his worries. It was plastic, and squeaked. Its left back leg was slightly crooked, matching his slightly crooked smile. Continue reading
It’s easy to disappear. At least it was for her. She’d just cut off all her hair, and stop smiling at the man across the street. And people won’t wonder what happened. Their brows might raise for a second or two, and they might say, “Not sure what happened to her, she just disappeared.” And … Continue reading
