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I used to think I was pretty good at reading people – at least sometimes. Now I’m not so sure. Every uniqueness weirdness quirk idiosyncrasy is so much bigger – like I can’t … Continue Reading
A glimpse into the chaos.
I used to think I was pretty good at reading people – at least sometimes. Now I’m not so sure. Every uniqueness weirdness quirk idiosyncrasy is so much bigger – like I can’t … Continue Reading
Shaded grey bricks damp with mold grime old dirt mixed with leftover pieces of dead bugs. Hollow drops break the silence between breaths … Continue Reading
I’m not good at asking for what I need or want. I don’t want to intrude on other people’s time energy resources. This is an issue that keeps surfacing in my life. I keep getting little … Continue Reading
Forget rose. I think the world looks better through cobalt. Ocean-colored. Cool. Refreshing. … Continue Reading
I am constantly the subject of a push-pull between people and survival between needing relationships and needing to be alone. People who stereotype a Dreamer* tend to think I could … Continue Reading
It’s not that I won’t have that dreaded conversation… I have it over and over again in my head. I start listen respond and anticipate the expected response. Then I start over say what … Continue Reading
The questions only lead me to more questions. I crawl deeper into the cavern wind my way through tunnels and chasms, … Continue Reading
I know. “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” I’ve heard it. I believe it. But do I do it anyway? She was just another girl in the dorms, friends with my friends. We knew each other peripherally, but … Continue Reading