Revolving
I feel like I’m just going in circles cycles laps and never actually get anywhere. I slow down trudge through speed up run faster and stay right where … Continue Reading
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J.W. Richmond
Humbling
Am I a moral person? In most areas, for the most part, mostly, I am. (I think.) But is that like someone thinking they are humble (2 Chronicles 7:14)? Maybe once you think you are, it … Continue Reading
Jack
(as in o-lantern) I know, I know, I’ve said it before. I love Halloween! No big breakthroughs, unanswerable questions or frustrating difficulties this time. Just enjoying the day. Jack from The Nightmare Before Christmas* (Jeff’s) and Ghostface from Scream** … Continue Reading
Readable
I feel under pressure to write something (readable). I know the pressure comes mostly from within. But I don’t know how not to feel it. This is why goals are so hard for me to … Continue Reading
Games
I don’t do well with failure, even at games – even games where I’m not playing against anyone else. It should be just a game, right? But for me, sometimes it just reinforces how much of … Continue Reading
Saturated
Sometimes I am so aware of myself of the people in my life of the world around me that it’s almost like an overly saturated photo. Each detail is so concentrated strong bright … Continue Reading
Fade
The black slowly leaks in from the edges from above, starting transparently almost like honey, gradually becoming thicker more opaque cloudy, then dark. Every sound seems far away distant muted as if whispered as I start to s p i … Continue Reading
Venti*
“I’m thinking coffee,” he said. “Downtown someplace, not somewhere generic.” It wasn’t exactly a question, but he seemed to be waiting for an answer. She watched him cross his arms in front of himself, his frayed, black sweatshirt scrunching and … Continue Reading
Mostly
I have been trying so hard to communicate what I feel – which is probably (mostly) a good thing; it pushes me out. But sometimes (I think) my attempt at communicating what I feel … Continue Reading
Wedged
It’s hard to see past the time, past the friends who have left before – who just dropped off the grid when I thought we had more. Unable to reach up out … Continue Reading