The grass is always greener on the side you never make it to. At least, that's what I used to think. But he says I've got it wrong. That the grass is always greener on the side you choose to water. And all at once, my world changed. I looked at him and smiled. Asked… Continue reading Oh, baby, baby, it’s a wild world
I want to be blonde with bangs and a tattoo that says San Diego Baby A wardrobe that obsesses over pastels and sneakers And a necklace that whispers my name in soft spoken letters Live by the ocean and run on the pier Longing for the day where “there” becomes “here” Collect daises and dandelions… Continue reading San Diego Baby
It’s nights like these where I wonder most what alcohol tastes like. That if I ran now, could I make it? Nights where I don’t care to wonder if tomorrow will come. Only wonder if I’d be better off if it didn’t. And I think to myself, it’s not fair to him. After all he’s… Continue reading Sobered thoughts.
I feel hopeless. Mama says love’s supposed to be easy, but for me loving never felt so hard. And Papa says it’s a tricky thing; that you could be with the person you want to be with, but not the person you should be with. Jehovah I’m troubled by this because I’m having the hardest… Continue reading Dear Jehovah,
Sometimes I don't understand why I always try to do things the right way. Especially when they don't feel right to me. But I like to think it's because I want to make other people happy. To me, the right way is their way. Never my way. Because my right is wrong. And my wrong… Continue reading Conflicted, lost, but trying.
Guide me to him; pave me a route to follow where he ends up at the end of it. A yellow brick road through the woods, a sleepy meadow, and a wicked castle where I'll fight for my life just to make it home. Because there's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home. Close my eyes and click my heels three times and when I open them, let him be there. Jehovah, let him be my home.
Greetings to the 2018 birth of December, You don't know me yet, but I've been waiting 11 months to meet you, so allow me to introduce myself; my name is Brooklyn. And I am a writer. My subject? You. Everyday that I am alive, I live and breathe to write your story. At least, one… Continue reading Day 339 of 365