Open your eyes and realize, you are where you’re meant to be. Embrace the flaws in reality, the twist and turns you would have designed differently if you knew they’d provide the scenery for your story, they’re as much a part of you as they are part of who you were. Taste the crumbs that…
You ask me “Why do you write?” and I sit speechless, unable to express why the quiet glide of a pen across a sheet of paper is better then any song or mindless tune. Why at any given time inspiration will hit and words will pour out of my mind trying to find somewhere safe…
An endless tick tock of life. A steady stream that never ends. A quiet hum that makes me wonder where it all went. A faded old picture that’s been handled one time too many The old, stranger in the corner booth watching the world spin on it’s feet. The young restless child that just wants…
The clock ticks and I watch as time withers away, my mind already spinning through the countless possibilities. Through all the could bes and the wannabes that have fallen like the autumn leaves. I am stuck, not sure of what direction to push for, to move toward not cognizant enough to realize that not everything…
Hopelessly Optimistic 