Things I Whisper

A lifetime ago I closed my eyes and wrote, and out popped my beautiful depression. It was the first time I really started to notice that something was wrong, and I sent the poem out to try to get some answers. None came. Reading this poem now it is bizarre how many red flags I ...

Happiness Is A Bowl Of Cereal

One of my favorite movies is “Stuck in Love.” It’s an above average ROM-DRAM, with above average characters, that are primarily writers. I credit this film with shaping how I view relationships, and also with giving me the deluded notion that if you write about someone they end up falling in love with you. Years later ...

Dear Bailey

Dear Bailey, Your’s was one of the letters I was worried most about writing, simply because I wasn’t quite sure how you would respond to it. Part of me thinks you may resent me for leaving without saying a word, while another questions if it’s kinder not to write this at all. Oh well, I ...

Just a Little Bit of Honesty

When I write I don’t always control over the finished product. The moment my pen hits paper I relinquish control of my thoughts, and allow for my feelings to slowly take shape on the page. While being able freely express myself through writing has often been a blessing, at times I am troubled by the ...

Simple Conversation

This weekend I had a stimulating conversation. Reading that back I realize that stimulating isn’t actually the right word. The conversation itself was seemingly mundane. I can’t off the top of my head recall any specific details, and yet I couldn’t stop thinking about it long after it had ended. Before I keep going with ...

Breaking the Cycle!

Hey guys, it’s been a while. I guess I should start by explaining why I haven’t posted anything in over a month. While part of it just stems from me routinely being interested in writing, for the most part my absences has been the result of getting caught in one of two cycles. One cycle ...

I’m Ranting Again

Since I got back from Tokyo it has been difficult to write, well, anything. Every time I sat down, and put pen to paper, I felt like my mind went blank. The reality however, was that there has been more on my mind than I can remember. I had so much on my mind, and ...

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