When I sleep, I trade in this janky world for all that exists in my mind’s eye.
Today Will Be A Good Day
Underneath the layer of optimism brought forth by the bright morning light pushing its way through my window dressings, a sea of emotions climbed over one another vying for the pole position in an effort to be the first to defile my pollyannaish disposition. But, the roiling sea of emotions will have to chill the fuck out because there will be no crack of the starter gun today. I wrote a list. A...
Dragging myself through morning routines, battling a sadness that has harnessed my soul. Searching eyes look at me from behind animal faces. “Can I go outside? Will you feed me? Why do you look so sad?” they query in unison. The coffee can’t brew fast enough to ease my exhaustion. Whatever’s left of the day seems interminable and unmappable. The clouds in the sky mimic and mock me with their...
Sweet Berry Wine
In the corner of the yard there grew a mulberry tree. Its roots slithered over one another in a gnarled mess that steadied the enormous canopy during storms. Its arms reached out over ten feet from its trunk in all directions. Its trunk looked like the silhouette of a tired lady with her hip jutted out so she could place one bun on a stool while leaning forward, beer in hand. In the spring, she...
Wendy? Yes Lisa? Is the water warm enough? Yes Lisa. Shall we begin? Yes, Lisa. -*_*- What the hell were they talking about?
Hottest Day of the Year
…and I’m sitting inside with a sweatshirt on because the A/C is blasting on me. Story of my life. Full speed with the brakes on.
Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones, you’ll start having...– Willie Nelson
Good Deed Medicine
Medicine doesn’t have to be a bitter pill to swallow. Nope. The best stuff in life can heal in ways unexpected. The winter left me bereft of human contact. Holed up in my heated home I only ventured out for the requisite items of life, and even then, gave great consideration to my urge to battle the sub-zero degrees that froze my world. I was withering on the vine. Days went by and my...
Facebook is Not My Friend
I’m finally realizing that facebook is a monkey on my back. I impulsively check it despite the fact that what I see inevitably makes my stomach churn. I KNOW that everyone’s trying to create the image of themselves they want to project. But, for some reason, it still creates a serious case of “keeping up with the Jones’” that eats away at me. Almost as depressing are...
Perfection is overrated.– c. balenski
Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you’re...– Bob Marley