I feel most comfortable when I’m sad Because to some extent, it's peaceful Staring blankly into space Consumed by nothing short of emptiness Lacking appetite Losing hope Surrounded by complete and utter silence Just the way I like it Peaceful And sure they say sadness is temporary But happiness is too Sadness just signs a… Continue reading Rest In Peace
I wonder how it feels to accomplish something start to finish. And I'm not just talking about something as small as a song. Because yes, I know songs are hard to finish and not everyone can do it but I'm talking about BIG things. Like school. Relationships. Marriage. Life. Seeing something like THAT all the… Continue reading you’re never fully dressed without a title.
One day I want to drown in Pinterest recipes and YouTube tutorials. Read my kids the story of the little engine that could. Tell my husband I love him before bed and that I love him more the next morning. Visit my mother on Sunday’s but not without a trip to Baskin Robbins first. Chocolate… Continue reading a messy poem.
Monday.I went to Disneyland with my family and you started school. I can only imagine what you must be feeling right now. Excitement, fear, anxiety, doubt. But I'll have you know there's not an ounce of doubt in my body. You are going to do great things and I support you. A thousand times over.Have… Continue reading Seven-day recall.
I'm recording him as he helps her take her first steps. And I'm making dinner while he's teaching him how to play ball. And he sits by the piano every evening to hear me play the music I've spent all day writing for him. And I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world because… Continue reading The Kind of Life I Want to Live.
I do I do this a thousand times I never fail to make you cry I don't know why I'm sorry But you always forgive somehow I never fail to let you down I'm breathing while You're drowning I know you want this to work But darling you are aching So let us stop pretending… Continue reading Gone, Gone, Gone.
Midnight. Call starts on 2% battery, He says I love you and the phone dies. Forgets to call the next day. He forgets. 2 a.m. He said when everyone else is asleep, We’ll talk. He knocks out with them. And as I lie awake, I dread the apology he’ll write the next morning. I’ve gotten… Continue reading Disengaged.
