A light that flickers, baring down to the soul, is contagious. Around that kind of energy, I can find the tiniest, seemingly mundane details of everyday life entirely fascinating.
We play imaginary games of hard-to-get, not realizing that when no one else is aware that any such thing is happening, it becomes not so much a game as a fantasy with which we've entangled our minds. Losing ourselves even deeper in the process. We end the relationship before it’s begun. We stay ...
Birds are smarter than they look, you know. They used to say that about me. So you know that dream, the one you’ve been telling me about for years? Please fly away and go do it already. Because nobody else will ask you to, and the only person waiting is yourself. And when you do it, I hope it ...
In the buttery, iron taste of the aftermath, food will not fill me. A pill will not clear me of this, and sleep does not always lend itself to rest. The frothing surface of lingering promises shields the unknown sediment, sinking below. Every lie we tell ourselves haunts me, ripping apart my heart.
Recently, I have personally come to know several single mothers. I hold great reverence for each of them, as I cannot imagine being solely responsible for the upbringing of another human. Yet they have done so, beautifully. Every time I hear another one of these ladies’ stories, I stand in awe ...
Why do I hold my friends and family members at arm’s length, keeping them just far enough from both the brightness of my heart’s beating pulse as well as the sharp flashes of true, human emotion I at times feel toward and around them?