Living together but not.

Coexisting in the same world.

Being a family in just the name.

Alone together, it’s all the same.

Two different lives in the same home.

One might be happy while one is alone.

Saying we need to get out of this town.

Needing action soon or we might drown.

Choosing together but drifting apart.

Slowly losing what started it all.

Floating on the cracked solid ground...

In general, people remember the good things once you die. They remember that you liked donuts and would go every Friday to get s donut at the local bakery. That you loved cars growing up and could name any make and model you saw.

What they don’t remember are the bad things. The things they don’t want to or maybe shouldn’t remember. The fact that you had a drug addiction or maybe that you punched...

The connections we make

Some shallow and some deep.

The ones we’re born with and the ones we choose.

Weaving a complex web of emotion and knowledge.

Some forgotten and some nurtured.

The connections we make

Can become more than we thought they would.

Taking time and effort.

Meaningful or meaningless.

Some scratching the surface of the expanse below.

The connections we make

Can follow us...

I have something to say.

Though im not sure how I will.

I’ve been told I need to tell someone.

Thought I am not sure why.

It’s a secret I’ve kept a long time.

Something I’ve shoved deep down.

Deep inside myself.

Where no one will find it.

It’s a little dark and twisty.

Some may not like what they find.

Down the spiral staircase.

To this secret of mine.

It’s at least ten thousand ste...

She’s always strived for perfection. Turning in assignments over and over again until she gets a perfect score. Good enough is never good enough.

Her social life dwindles until it is Jin existent because no relationship will ever be perfect. Nothing is like it is in the movies. No best friends since kindergarten. No small town where everyone knows everyone.

No. She’s worked her whole life for ...

Happiness.

That’s what everyone wants in this life. Happiness. So that must be the meaning of life. To be happy.

I believe this is wrong. We are not all “trying to be happy”. We are all trying to feel something. Feeling every range of emotion during our life is what the purpose is.

We are meant to feel sorrow and misery. But that is because we are able to feel joy and love. We can’t have one...

The sky in full bloom

As much as the blossoms do.

Colors winding and twisty.

Bright yet soft and subtle.

The clouds swoon

Beaming at the sun rays.

Soft cream like silky milk

And floating like seafoam.

Nature starts to stir.

The noises coming alive.

Hearing the morning chatter

Neighbors and friends.

The calm of the morning

Serene and washed beauty.

The gentleness of the sun

Awakening wh...

I am speaking without words.

Pleading with my eyes.

But you don’t seem to see it.

Crying out for help

But no rope is thrown,

Down into my despair.

You could have been my person.

The one I could always count on.

Too bad you couldn’t see it.

Couldn’t see the pain in my face,

The anguish in my breath.

Or could you?

Could you hear my cries for help?

Did you ignore them like everybody else?...

Standing still or flying by

Time seems to move as it pleases.

Though I do my best and try

I can’t take it all in fast enough.

The clock stares down

The face of it moving time along.

Moving to drown

The the simplicity of life.

Stopping it would be ideal

But only a fool would try.

The clock it likes to steal.

Maybe I am foolish after all....