Working in customer service has taught me that people get meaner during the holidays. I'm almost positive that I've never taken a picture with Santa. My parents didn't really teach the Santa thing. I don't remember ever really believing, but maybe I stopped before my memories began. I vaguely remember logical conversations with my dad …
An old poem, but I needed to post something.
Lost, but not In a sea of commotion Home is right around the corner Just out of sight Close your eyes And you'll find it Excited at prospect Impatient for time Essence overtaking Hands opening Dropping all expectations Artist spilling over Out of the corner of your eye Angels watching What will she do next? …
Someone asked me to blog about what it means to be a hopeless romantic. Or maybe what I think the definition is. Which is possibly one of those things that I can't quite grasp, so I looked it up. Google is telling me that a "hopeless romantic" is someone who loves love. Someone who believes …
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So I wonder if I'm running away It's something I've always dreamed of doing But is this risk worth taking? A daring leap of faith? If that falls through The cracks in the floor I know where I'll be But is it something I should hope for? Because what if this door is closed too? …
Look me up But not in a dictionary Because Merriam Webster's got nothing on me I cannot be defined I don't fit into a mold I'm not something you can fold Up so neatly that I'll fix in a box And I'm going to stop hiding in my hole like a fox I am gifted …
Read this, because I'm proud of it. Or call me and I'll read it to you.
I tend to remember everything. More specifically, I remember almost every conversation, especially minor ones, that I have with people. As of late I have learned not to bring up old conversations, because the speaker usually doesn't remember saying the things that I remember. But I digress. I once had a conversation with a good …
I sometimes wonder if we're even friends anymore. It seems that every time I reach out you put up a wall, like maybe I'm not good enough for you anymore. It makes me wonder if my burden became too much to carry, and you decided it was too hard to be close to me. Or …
Hope is not something I put a lot of thought into. I'm not sure that many people spend much time in their minds, focusing on the concept of hope, unless they believe themselves to be hopeless. Even when I was hopeless, I didn't see hope as anything. My friend Aaron once asked me where my …
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