The Odds: Cosmic Significance
If you’ve lived past fifteen years of age on this planet (and, honestly, maybe even less than that), you’ve probably
If you’ve lived past fifteen years of age on this planet (and, honestly, maybe even less than that), you’ve probably
Spending time with people I hadn’t seen in a while reminded me of how far humans would go to hide
I ask myself today what’s changed? Heart beating with the same ache, People I’ve loved so long can’t reciprocate, And
I don’t know how or when it started the first time I told myself these lies, grown so tall it’s
One morning, I blinked and reality wasn’t any longer. “Fourteen days,” I was told. An early Spring break…I couldn’t be
Faceless. Like time itself, endless. Walking away from trouble until again it finds me. Words evaporate in the air, talking
What if I put it in colors, I said, staring at the hundreds of unused color pencils resting on my
While searching for inspiration, I came across a million great writing prompts. One of them, though, said: “Write about happiness.”
I’d close my hollow eyes and see nothing of what I’d dreamed would be true when awakened from this habit,
How is a story born? A story is born… When we do things we shouldn’t do. When you look at
Live life dangerously, but cautiously. Exuberantly, but modestly. Eagerly, but patiently. Fearlessly and fiercely. Most importantly, live life…suitably: your way.
Sign language is an artistic way of communication that not all of us can interpret, nor master. Isn’t that the