I do not know why it happens, but every moment of happiness that I endure reminds me that it isn’t for me. That whatever joy or feelings it brings is meant for someone else. That I am an actor, and what I say or do is almost a script, as if I need to convince […]
Read more "Why Do I Always Have to Run?"I have a collection of books on my desk. They are a re-creation set, and when lined up in order on a shelf, the spines of the books create a wonderful illustration. I don’t have a shelf to put them on. I have a framed picture on the floor, leaning against a book case (that’s […]
Read more "A place for things"“Through endurance we conquer” – E. H. Shackleton I rediscovered fear recently, but not of anything I can see It is of my future, and where my life will be. I feel so alone at times, and I blame no one for this as I know I have done it to myself. It can […]
Read more "cold"Just because I see the cracks in the mirror, doesn’t mean anyone else will. I’ve taken the time to study myself. I said I’d be here all year, but I realized that I write this for myself, and so far I’ve only needed it in November. But today brought me something else. When I […]
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