Free Write

Real Talk

Ever miss someone who treated you like crap?  I mean you really hated them and couldn’t stand to be around them and when they’ve been gone for a while all you want to do is reach out to them and ask them how they are doing?

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Free Write

Real Talk

Ever feel like you’ve been put down and marginalized for your entire life and then meet someone who’s in a worse situation than you?

Then decide you don’t want to be anyone other than yourself.

Free Write, It's Not Stamped On Your Forehead

When Cliches Come True

What’s in a cliche?  To me it’s a bit of truth and a bit of hope.

“Good things come to those who wait.”  I lose track the number of times someone has said this to me.  I’ve heard it so often that sometimes I say it to myself when I’m a bit restless.

“It takes as long as it takes.” – Ann (It’s Not Stamped On Your Forehead).  I wrote those words because I’d lived them.

These days I’m happy to have found my bit of truth.

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One Minute

Lately I often find myself waiting for one minute to pass –

One minute until the workday is over.

One minute before my alarm goes off.

One minute before a show I like comes on.

One minute before someone said that they would call me.

And what I realize is that one minute can be a long time when you have to wait it out.

I also realize no one ever says – “Give me a sec” anymore.

Seems like nothing or no one is ever that fast.

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Sometimes

I think like everyone sometimes I wonder what death really is.  Sometimes I look forward to it and sometimes I’m afraid of it.  Sometimes I think it would be good for me and sometimes I think it would be good for other people.  Sometimes I wonder if I will accomplish the things I want to accomplish before I die.  Sometimes I wonder what it truly means to live in the moment when death can occur at any moment.  Sometimes I hope I live a really long time.  Sometimes I hope I die without getting really sick again.  Sometimes I think there has to be a higher power that puts us here and takes us out.  Sometimes I think death comes at the right time.  Sometimes I hate the fact that there is such a thing as death at all.  Sometimes I think I could live forever.  Sometimes I think I can’t live through one more day.  And sometimes I just hope death means something better than life.