I always want to be useful, but at times I feel as though my “usefulness” is nothing more than being popular. I like helping people out, but when does that desire to help other people achieve their dreams dampen my energy and passion for my own? When is usefulness overrated?
Each word I select has been carefully picked to align with its partners to evoke the purest emotions possible. A game with both reader and author. Truly, I edited the previous sentence numerous times before I was content. Sometimes I wonder how thin the line is between deliberation and obsession.
I’m not sure why I ordered the latte. I like my coffee black, strong, and crazy hot. This is comforting compared to the wake-me-up, kick in the pants I get from my usual brew. It is a midnight in Paris. Its aftertaste reminds me of a walk in the rain. P.S. I no joke ordered […]
I have become nomadic. I move with a plan, but not with the intention to set down roots. I used to plant myself. Now, I look forward to the change in scenery. The drier weather. I must say goodbye to the ocean. But I am nomadic. Perhaps I will return. I played with the […]
My stomach clenches as I ease into the pool. It isn’t until my second lap that I begin to feel aclimated. I race the person next to me even though they last longer. I ignore the ache in my legs and back, and the water’s call pulls me deeper.
There was still a hint of warmth in the air, but I know the air of the cave ahead will chill me to the bone. Curiosity blends with the taste of salt on my lips. I will take discovery over warmth. Warmth is safe, but I’m always drawn to darkness.