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that would usually be forgotten and pushed aside if they were never taken. Death is so unrealistic when it directly affects you your life and the people in your life. It’s weird that pictures that anything having to do with the deceased can exist after they die. What if when a person died they took along everything they would have left behind with them? What if all they left behind was you and your memories? No pictures or postcards no pieces of writing or presents NOTHING that could ever remind you that they were once alive and breathing and here…

Right now I’m peaceful yet my mind never rests and it is always at risk. Right now I’m thinking I’m always thinking I like to let my mind wonder I like to see where it takes me. Sometimes it takes me to that damn boy sometimes to my mother my father my sister my dog. Right now it has taken me to the pilot in the plane above me noisily moving from one end of the sky to the next. I’m thinking about what would happen if that plane stopped working and started plummeting to the earth and made contact…

We’re all frogs. Here we sit in a pot of water that has been gradually boiling this whole time but we won’t jump out or do anything about it because we simply don’t notice what is happening. Outsiders looking in on us watch us slowly boil to death and they wonder what is wrong with us. They probably laugh at us too. ‘Stupid little humans, can’t recognize danger if they were to sit right in the middle of it.’ And so we sit. And sit. And sit. Until only we are at fault for our slow but certain demise.

We all judge the people we see and meet based on their image and their characteristics. The way they look matters, the way they talk, and walk. The way they deal with people and stresses and problems. We judge them based solely on what see and hear with our eyes and ears. But what we often forget is that what we are judging is what those people choose to show us. What we see and hear is almost never the full or even part of the truth as too who these people really are. So, what if for just one…

One mistep one slip of my foot one little mistake and I fall down the steep rocky edge to my sure and sudden death leaving behind my mangled twisted broken and bruised body on the road below. What does it mean when even that repetitive thought doesn’t stop me? Maybe it even encourages me a little bit because it feels good because it feels like something interesting could actually happen. I dangle my feet from the precipice urging it to crumble from beneath me and I play out different scenarios in my head over and over. The wind dances with…

It’s a small epiphany, but it just seems so true. And so simple. Of course the most simple things in life are always the least easy. It seems like people, when starting a new relationship with someone else whatever that may be, always tend to allow and accept the good things to happen, it seems people pray for something good, something great to happen, but then no one seems willing to take on the bad that almost always comes along with the good. Maybe that’s why it hurts so bad when things go wrong. Maybe it’s like getting a piercing…

Have you ever told a lie, and liked it? Ever wished you could have been a child forever? Have you ever thought about death? Suicide? Ever hurt someone or something weaker than yourself? Have you ever wished you couldn’t feel? Ever felt empty? Worthless? Pathetic? Weak? Small? Have you ever told the truth, and felt proud? Ever been excited thinking about adulthood? Have you ever thought about life? Your future? Have you ever helped someone or something that couldn’t help themselves? Have you ever felt bigger than your body? Have you ever loved someone? Ever laughed? Smiled? Have you ever…

I know the look I’ve felt the feelings that cause the look the one you make when you want to tell someone important maybe even a little intimidating something something bigger than your mouth can hold something bigger than your mind can grasp something that is toxic if you keep it in you any longer if you keep it waiting behind clenched teeth tight as prison bars any more but beautiful and exciting if you let it out if you let it free into our world to be heard by the person meant to hear it let it free to…

It’s amazing how in one simple second
the whole universe can change
just because
your perspective changes
because what you see
is altered
because what you believe
what you know
is influenced
by one
mere
soul.

I think
writing is all about experience
even if we don’t write about experience
we write because of what we have experienced.
We write because
life pulls us into a million directions
all at once
treats us
like flimsy rag dolls.
We write because life
puts us through
harm
and hurt
and misery and sometimes even writing
can’t describe the pain.
we write because
life gives us people
to try and understand
and places to explore
and things to create
and what better way
to acknowledge life
than to write
than to tell
than to share
how we’re living it?