Living in the past Dreaming of days gone away Can never go back Learn from your mistakes Remember what went wrong, not To blame, to improve Looking backwards, while moving forwards is a great way to crash and burn Without memories To guide our future actions We will never learn Thinking always of yesterday is…
a single rain drop
A single rain drop on your cheek. A single tear floating on the wind.
ode to my pillow
Nestling my head Soft and sweet, comfy and neat Invites me to sleep
haiku for you: what happens next
Fog obscuring sight Silence ringing in my ears What will happen next? - What happens next? Is my question for myself. My question for my life. - What: thing or event Happens: action, consequence Next: afterwards, time -
and I am free.
Feet planted on the earth, rocks and trees around me. A new day begins. And I am free. Wings stretch into the wind, into the clouds I soar. The sun is rising. And I am free. Gliding smoothly through, water surrounds me. Light from above grows brighter. And I am free. ~ The picture you…
worst case scenario
I am good at thinking up worst case scenarios. I can "What If" the shit out of anything. Now, I am not an anxious or paranoid person. Mostly because I know that my worst case scenarios are not likely to ever happen. Indeed, most are generally not even allowed with our current knowledge of physics…
it’s time
Time is fluid. Stretchy. Elastic. It speeds up when you want it to slow down, and grinds to a halt when you want it to speed up. It slows down when you go faster, and speeds up when you go slower. It's probably a good thing that time is so flexible. If something isn't flexible, it's…
gratitude vs greed
Hello there. Today is Thanksgiving in the United States of America. A national holiday where everyone is supposed to give thanks and feel grateful for what they have. And eat a lot, but that's almost every holiday in the US. But why do we need a special day to feel grateful and give thanks for…
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lethargic. tired, without being tired. done, before i begin ~
mondays are amazing
And everything is fine. Quite often, when I ask a coworker how they are doing on a Monday, their answer is a sad "It's Monday." What is it about Mondays? Just because it's the end of the weekend and the start of the work week. Just because you don't get to sleep in. Just because…
memoirs of an unremarkable man 