Is there anyone out there that knows?
Ramble Time
Hello. I have no point. I have no purpose. I am just never ending circles overlapping one another. I have ideas. All these ideas. So many many ideas. But, I do not know what I should do. I want to do them. I want to write. I want to travel. I want to review. I…
Changes
Have you ever changed something in your life that you can not stop thinking about? Not with regret, just constant thinking. It consumes your mind when you least expect it. You're not obsessing over it. Yet. You just can not stop it from randomly popping up.
How?
How can I do more? How can I do more for you? I ask myself this daily. I want to do more for you, for us. But, how? I long to provide. I long to do more. I am trying. It kills me how tired you are. How worn out you are. I want to…
Straining
Have you ever just felt... Stretched thin? Spread out? The world gets demanding. And you only have two hands. You're straining, straining to hold it together. For how much longer? How much more can you try to juggle? Before you snap. Before you throw it all to the floor and walk away. You are struggling.…
All I do as of late is cry.
Tears for no reason. Tears for all the reasons. Stress tears. Happy tears. All the tears. Emotional. Always emotional.
Reaction
I have no response. I have no hopes. I have nothing to give. Nothing left to offer. What am I even doing with myself? What am I doing with myself? What is this mundane madness? There is no room left to react. Nothing left to do. What am I even doing with my life?
Ideas
It came to me. In the dead of night. These little ideas. Snippets, rather. Not fully formed. Words that long to be written. The darkness wants to be expressed. My scars want to share their story. The desire to express it. Ideas on how. It all came to me. And the path is illuminated. That…
Home
Never did I understand why some people had this strong desire to decorate their house and make it a home. But, I now comprehend what was once nonsense to me. Home is comfort. A place to be free. A place all yours.
Where?
Words of the written variety have always been my solace. Reading is a passion of mine. Writing is an even larger passion. I have always wanted to pursue it. Always. After my car accident, weeks before embarking on an adventure to college, something in me shifted. Words that once flew so quickly and easily, ceased.…
