Insights from a happy but skeptical millennial female.
Currently exploring different mediums: short stories, poems, commentaries, and reviews.
A New Friend On A Silent Night
*trigger warning: references to mental illness* . . It had been quiet for too long. Melody ran her fingers through her shoulder-length chocolate brown curls. She paused, as her thumb ring had gotten caught in her hair. "Why do I do this to myself," she mutters as she pulls her hair out of her ring and attempts to smooth it back into place. It's still silent in the apartment. It was the type of quiet that unnerves you, that silence you can 'cut with a knife'.
Come and Visualize The New Year With Me
Below is a poem inspired by guided meditation. I've included some affirmations for the new year. Pause wherever needed, whenever the words resonate with you.
Oh, You Don't Use Music Lyrics To Narrate Your Life?
While some may look to music as a distraction from life's challenges, I do the opposite. Music is my therapy. I use music to help me identify how I'm feeling. Have you ever listened to a song and had the lyrics dictate exactly how you're feeling in an oddly specific, almost cosmic way? Have you ever encountered a song where, after it's over, you're left dumbfounded at how accurately the picture it painted mirrors your current situation?
Paranoid and Afraid
We've all heard the tall tales and warnings when it comes to 'special' brownies. Allow me to add one more to the book. I'll preface this by acknowledging that I live in a country where marijuana is legal. You can buy weed in many forms, including edibles, either directly from government-run stores or approved independent dispensaries. (Oh Canada!)
After The Year We've Had, It's Time to Get a Little Lost
It saddens me when people say they could never travel alone. The word "never" implies that there is no possibility, and I always wonder why that is. Why not even consider it?
Because He Asked
"You should write," he said. But how do I tell him that it's just not as simple as that? That the fear of other people I know, like friends and family, seeing how I truly feel petrifies me? I don't want to look weak. Or vulnerable. I was raised not to show emotions. Well, not directly. Let me clarify.
Honestly, he's like a puppy. He loves everyone. He likes to play and laugh. He sees only the good in the world. He takes the easy road through life.