Black is the color of the night sky peppered with stars that sprinkle the sky.
It is the color of mourning when a loved one passes on.
It is the color of a shadow that the sun casts on any thing.
Black is the cat that walks through the grass.
Black is the ink that pens the letter to a loved one.
Black is the pencil that draws the artists creation.
It is the color of nothing, black holes and ant...
In an embarrassing recollection of a very trying time in my life I think back to the moment in my apartment and the moment when I was so upset and angry with myself that I had walked down the hallway and hit myself on the head seven time and called myself stupid while I did it, no one else needed to call me stupid or dense though I had heard from the world plenty of times that very sentiment, I ha...
In the world there are many stories of love, novels, movies, all with various stages of love from beginning to end. There isn’t a perfect story or perfect romance but they seem to give off this idea of the perfect idea of one. And a happily ever after, it makes the idea of being in love this enticing thing. But the stages of love and falling in love and staying in love are not a simple or easy thi...
To be brave isn’t always standing tall in the face of contention.
To be brave can be a moment when someone faces their inner darkness and triumphs.
Being brave isn’t always a public exposition for all to see.
Being brave can be waking up to face the world the next day, taking a chance to love someone, to care.
Bravery isn’t always banners and trumpets, it’s facing a darkness and overcoming it.
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In a world of so many the idea of moving on can seem daunting to one and for someone else it’s this simple thing. what once was your world has now become something barely within the grasp of imagination. endings transform into new beginnings. Sorrow, grief, sadness, anger slowly over time turn into tolerance then acceptance, forgiveness. I don’t think these happen with comfort- each heart that car...