I think I’m ready to live my life the way I wanted. I think I’m ready to live my life and not look back. I think I’m ready to see more than white and black; to fly a little, to wake up late no voices saying to face the day. Sit in complete silence from…
My feet up on a table, hands writing my life. Papers, sticky notes, cheap street art. All overlapping each other, hanging from a wall so plain and white. Receipts everywhere; months old, years old — what’s the point of holding on? Organizing them is futile, I long gave up. Paper towel wasted, not my doing….
First come the problems then it’s the fights then the denial then, boom – goodbye. One remote day, though healed over time you’re friends again hang out ’til sunrise You’ll be alright
Do you think life will find me here? Ever so overwhelming…
Live. Free, like birds. No rules. Open path, leading to a world unknown to me, to anyone. Living is already a risk. What’s one more try at something extraordinary going to do? Trying is always better than not. Sing to a powerful song. Listen to a loud tune. Dance to a wild beat. So good…
When I was a little girl, I’d hear the word “pecado” (sin) on the daily. According to my elders, everything was a pecado. I was raised in a catholic family, and almost everything I did; everything I wanted, everything I thought, everything I DREAMED of, was considered a sin. So much, that I sometimes was…
Put away the meds; I want to feel the pain, may her wish not be in vain. I want to know just how much life is willing to hurt me. Put away the meds.
Those were the heart wrenching last words a friend dying of brain cancer said to me. It wasn’t our whole conversation, but those words exactly — words of complete acceptance and resignation — are the ones that stuck with me. He was a bartender and was telling me about his mixology techniques while he fixed…