#creative

Sold myself short For cents on the $ Chump change, fake notes, and a real bad penny! Virtual insanity, but here comes the sun! The world's on fire now I'm burning, burning, burning. hey-hey it's good momentarily I promise! Streamlined the drudgery of 8 months, packed it up in a wee lil' box. Then...

Well. Hello. ♡ As it has been a year and an age since I last wrote in an Open Diary, I feel a peculiar uneasiness in writing in something I cannot hold and lock, using tiny faux-silver keys in to a padlock smaller than my thumb. The short and short of that arduously long sentence, there,…

Words to me are like people. There are so many, such a variety, Each different, individualistic, Each with potential to reimagine society. But they don’t.   Words to me are like friends. They can be so kind, and warm your heart, With the ability to heal your wounds, And the ability to save y...

I reach my hand out, reaching for something that will help me believe that I’m not alone. Stretching my fingertips further than where I stand, hoping that I might feel the gravitation of an immense height before I step into it, I begin to feel another presence. I feel heat on the tips of my…

For some reason unbeknownst to me, I feel more energetic and productive once the sun sets and the world goes dark. Suddenly, the daunting tasks that hung around the peripherals of my day come into focus and are revealed to be simple and straightforward. It is now a good time to wash dishes, fold ...