Mental Health
Empty Hands
I often wonder, if celestial hands were to reach out to me, would I interlock my fingers with theirs? Or would I do as I always do, and mimic the souls around me? Turning a blind eye, holding the hands of logic instead. But as I empty my hands of all reason, and all logic, what is left?
By Stevie Jay2 years ago in Poets
Cultivating My Garden
I'm used to being alone, and I find it more fulfilling. If a movie interests me, I go see it by myself. Traveling alone can happen on a whim, without having to discuss the time and destination with others, let alone consider their preferences.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
