Writing for collective joy, writing through individual pain. Is the meaning all the same? It’s been a while since I’ve written on a blank page. I don’t always know exactly…
We grow with it. We grow to endure it. But we cannot let it become who we are. “When you say ‘I am in pain,’ there is the pain and…
Eventually, I hope that we come into ourselves and find unison. Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash The cold creeps into my door some nights. It happens seemingly as the…
Rebellious mindfulness in persistence of the unknown. The meaning that is found in this life is sometimes scattered and uneven. Some of us find it in religion, others in our…
Time passes slowly and quickly all at once. I can’t catch it. Neither can I run away from it. It’s with me while it passes me by. It mocks me…