Are you still around?

I’m running in darkness calling out your name, listening for a response back. The black space that continues to fill the air fumes of acrylic paint. There, I see myself pouring grease over my own head as my eye lids struggle to open. It is my own doing. And so, I call out your name.Continue reading “Are you still around?”

I don’t know what to say other than I’m trying

Trying my best to keep moving, trying my best to stay alive. I missed some days writing on here and I can’t say my feelings don’t reflect that. I thought I’d might journal this morning and instead woke up an hour after I should have and only had enough time to do my hair. HowContinue reading “I don’t know what to say other than I’m trying”

It’s already the evening

And don’t think I forgot about you. After the whole day of running my cat Haku around, I collapsed on my bed and napped until this present moment. Synchronicities beyond compare have blown my mind away after running into a childhood friend from New York last night. What are the odds? It’s almost night andContinue reading “It’s already the evening”

Shamefully, I write this post

2 weeks; ugh. I hate missing weeks. It just shows me how much of importance my writing is to me. I need to write. Yesterday I came back from The Poconos with My Love. We enjoyed a week of humidity, hilarity, & family. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve mentioned myContinue reading “Shamefully, I write this post”

it’s easier when the music is off

and at other times, it’s not. Sometimes I get so caught up in the noise it’s hard to stay in the silence. I don’t know what to write anymore these days. My dad said something to me like, you tell your blog everything you’re doing, yet I find myself at a loss for words everyContinue reading “it’s easier when the music is off”

It’s a Monday,

and sometimes I wish it wasn’t. I’ve been filling my life up with so many things I can’t keep track of what’s important anymore… Myself. I’ve been so preoccupied it makes me tired just thinking about it. I want a break and I’m barely making the money to get it. I find myself filling theContinue reading “It’s a Monday,”