Journal
A daily journal in the life of I–battles of self, surrender, and purpose
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Today I have the choice to become a new person
—-if only it had started a bit earlier. And though I’m still coming down from a frantic wake up, I hear the birds and see the trees and realize it wasn’t that bad at all. Again, I’m thinking of coffee. Or a matcha latte at least! It’s a chilly Monday…
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they said the worlds ending
yet I can’t stop planting trees. call it–false hope call it–love. I can hear the chants of running horses firey blaze setting the world on fire. they said the worlds ending and screams and cries all sound like the wings of scattered flies— can’t you hear the hum? the ground…
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it’s cold and i can’t get on with my life
as any other morning, the cold creeps through the cracks of sheets looking for any reason to keep you covered from the world. and I give in, as any other morning. I lay here and see what the world is doing and others see what I’m doing; it’s cold and…
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Screaming out into the void
and I remember waiting to hear a call back. Messages of are you there? and is anyone listening? echo through empty tunnels. Now I shout into the void and hear a far out call back–you’d think wasn’t human. You’d think there was someone out there. And maybe there is. I…
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Today it rained for the first time in a long time
and I’m happy to have made it. While early Saturday mornings are not my usual schedule, today I stumbled out of bed to turn off my alarm for work. At least it’s not for long. I’m sitting by my open window in the cool air, listening the downfall of rain…