Some loved ones are gone because they’re in a better place now. Others are gone because I am.
Some loved ones are gone because they’re in a better place now. Others are gone because I am.
Sure, there were times that I was wrong. It wasn’t every time, though.
Even if I convince them of the truth today, they’ll just believe another lie tomorrow.
I may have enlightenment, but that’s a very different thing than having control.
OK. Great. Now I have to fight this guy and the ice cream is going to melt.
Zen’s great. But sometimes it’s OK to be like, “What the…?!”
In my head, I was forever 21 and reaching middle age just didn’t seem to fit with my persona.
The box is tossed in front of the front door, the bag is almost completely empty, and, mixed between the pieces, are squashed particles of cereal dust.
I didn’t get mad at him for an impulse that he obviously couldn’t control in that moment. I wanted to. A voice in my head said, “Yo. Freak out.”
If you can’t be at peace, at least be a story.
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