Tears have been my daily portion. They sit with me in the morning, and leave their calling card during the night. I cannot tell if I’m thirsty even though I’m surely dehydrated.
Purpose of Hours
Do not give time over to idleness nor needless preoccupations. It is a gift that is meant to be rightly used and appreciated.
The Wide Way
Many of us do not live to understand; we live to assume. The harder way will always take work and we’re too tired to care.
Grips in the soil
Tell me a story, mother.
I sit under your shade. I study the lines that mark you, the scorched earth that holds you, how your feet have been anchored to this side of life.
I know time may be coming, but let me savor the fruits of your wisdom and pen them on my heart. The memories that will sing forever in my mind.
Diagnosis
The world is always going at break neck speed. It doesn’t care which necks break in the process.
Equity
There should be no such thing as having to work your way up to a respectable job.
Growing not grown
Even an established tree still puts forth new branches, leaves, and deeper roots.
Ni Hao Ma
I remember a boy by the name of “How”. I wonder if he remembers me. The young aloof Oreo girl that loved him for no reason despite all the rejected origami messages. The memory of my actions make me smile with embarrassment. For what it’s worth, I hope life has been well with him.
10-23-20
An unruly heart will never get what it needs as long as it’s chasing what it wants.
10-17-20
Temptations can be stirred up through the simplest thing we refuse to do.
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