In a word, you are dazzling;

I feel overwhelmingly sad at the uncalled for heartaches that compile life. I feel like everywhere I turn I’m making a mistake, disappointing someone by being less than I should be, by being less than I could be. Perhaps the only person I’m disappointing is myself, but I sure as heck don’t think I’m making […]

Snippet about books, from my [hopeful] book;

Raw reality. I don’t know about you, but I feel like I’ve wasted my time if I read a book and the author is a fake. I mean, I get enough of that in life. Everyone is always trying to shield their identity from you, people are afraid of sharing their true selves with anyone. […]

Dictated Contradictions;

You know when you wake up and all your friends live somewhere else and you realize that you’re all alone because you’ve said no to every boy you can remember, except for the ones who said no to you, and you find yourself wondering if maybe you should’ve been more? More something, sometime… to someone, […]

From a file of numerically titled entries;

She’s a slob, a vagrant, a nameless wanderer, drifting in and out like so many chapters in a dream, occasionally a nightmare. She’s been aimless for so long, she’s forgotten if she ever had a purpose. Erratic and fickle, she’s a wayward soul, grasping for meaning, wishing she had one inkling where she was. Someone […]

These eyes;

The older I get the more I learn that I know nothing. Sure, I’m a know-it-all with a penchant for odd, and surprisingly useless facts, but still, I’m clueless as they come. I have so much time in my day and sometimes I know how to put every single second to good use, ultimately benefitting, […]

Neu·rot·ic. n(y)o͝oˈrädik: adjective.

I’m very grateful for the people I have in my life, in all their many places, and capacities. I seem to have a unusually high volume of adopted families in my life, paired with an unusually large immediate family. Somehow, even with being an introvert I have hundreds of people in my life. I do […]

Twenty-three;

Twenty-three. Twenty-three is where I find myself. Alone. Homeless. Wandering. Experimenting. Aimless. Arrogant & humbled. Reliant. Confused. Emotionally unaware. Hypersensitive. And on and on it goes. Twenty-three hit me like a rogue train, jumping the tracks and shoving me into uncertainty. I used to have motivation, direction, dreams. Now I’m just an unhoused vagabond. Bobbing […]

Close by;

oh the delicate life we live where love is so difficult to find & even harder to give we’ve invented ways to keep together in spite of miles, time & space between love suspended at our fingertips inside the cool hard glass we wish for miles to dissipate that this illuminated presence would be yours […]

Writer;

I could never become a writer because the things I would write about would be true; they would be about all of you. I would dramatize & elaborately describe our lives; as seen through my very own eyes. These memories drift through my head all day, but I am constantly shoving them away. If only […]