The Block

I haven’t picked up a pencil in what seems like years. I seem to remember that I was good at it and that I found great solace in picking up a pencil and creating what was in my mind; anything that struck my fancy. When I was younger I wasn’t worried about my style or … More The Block

Thump

A tiny thump started it, the worry and anxiety. Laying still in bed, staring at the ceiling fan, and counting tiny thumps; my mind raced. I twisted and turned in my sheets, flopping from one side of the bed to the other restlessly.¬†What am I going to do? With my eyes closed tight, I counted … More Thump

Failing to Fall

The ground shattered below my feet But I shall not stop to stare. The earth faded piece by piece But my face must show no care. I’ve found that hatred comes easy to those Who do not care to find it, And the ones I hate only appear When they care to remind it. The … More Failing to Fall

Blogging Walls

Sometimes it’s necessary to let go of all the “got to make my post perfect” logic that swirls around my head. There are thousands and thousands of mistakes that are etched into each entry I post, but nothing that I cannot fix. But today and yesterday I have hit a wall. My mind is void … More Blogging Walls