Has anybody ever heard a flower before? Is that a thing? I mean you can smell, see, touch, and I guess taste a flower if you’re that adventurous. But do flowers make noise? Am I loosing it? Or high.. No, nope. For sure sober. Ok, sooo... should I be sharing my inner quarrels so openly? … Continue reading Sitting in the Company of Anxiety and Talking Flowers
Category: Big City
The Reality of Running like a Girl
September 24th, 11am. I walk past a stranger on a familiar sidewalk. Hood up, head down, I think nothing of him, only wonder if he is as cold as I am. As we pass, something urges me to glance in the reflection of the windows to my left. Sure enough, he scans my back side … Continue reading The Reality of Running like a Girl
Never Have I Felt so Vulnerable with a Ceiling
Preface: This is the best title my wee brain could muster this Monday evening. If you're questioning it, I'm not sure what it entirely means myself... If you continue reading - good on ya, mate. If you don't, tots my goats understand. See ya around, dude. Somedays I can’t tell if my inability to stay … Continue reading Never Have I Felt so Vulnerable with a Ceiling
Caught in the Mundane
Sometimes we get so caught up in what we don't have. What went wrong. What others think. What others do. Today, find the courage to smile back. At your mistakes. At others. At the days ahead or past. Remember to smile at the outmost mundane in your day: the air that fills your lungs, The … Continue reading Caught in the Mundane
How Not to be Good at Tinder
*Warning: highly informal and opinionated post, with possibly TMI of personal life, and rant potential. AKA you're gonna love it or hate it, but probably hate me for the length of this post. If you read the whole thing, bless your soul, you sweet creature. To all my single friends: I'm gonna right out say … Continue reading How Not to be Good at Tinder
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How Comfortable is too Comfortable?
The need for company of no one but the feeling of nothing. Blue is the only light I feel completely at peace in. Wanting no company, needing no company, but this blue dim. That's all I need. I've always had this 'addiction' to sadness. That's the only way I can explain it. The endless search … Continue reading How Comfortable is too Comfortable?