When someone told me that happy memories could be as powerful as sad ones, I never believed them.
I never understood how powerful they could be because I had never had one of those memories. The ones that I could just pull out of my mind and bring in front of my minds eye and see it.
But now I have that happy springtime day to go back to. The large window, the sunlight streaming in, silhouetting us in light.
That day, our day, the best day.
There are times that we remember the position the world has for us. The position that the world deems us to be in. The forced posture, the sucked in waist, the hatred, the vitriol. The fear. Again and again. Day after day. Night after night. Walking faster. Changing shoes. Planning outfits, routes, defences, to be…
Dead Dead. Not alive. Not here. Not anywhere that I can perceive. Just. Not here. What does that mean for life, when death is so swift and random. How can there be order in the chaos of the world when there is nothing other than chaos. I suppose some people turn to faith. Others turn…
Each day is an unknown. It doesn’t feel like an unknown. You can have plans, have thoughts, have things to do. But each day is an unknown. Treat it as such. See the beauty in it.
They Don’t Own You (100 Words)
There are many what ifs. Many maybes. A few near misses, a few but what about- All of them are meaningless. They’re not real. They’re conjecture, a thought that has no more meaning than the dreams you draw up in your sleep. They don’t hold you. They don’t own you. They’re not you.
New Love (A Teacup Story)
“So,” Iuen asked, “what do you think?” Ealia looked over at Iuen. Part of her wondered absently if he would ever get the grass stains out of his grey officers robes. Maybe he’d get ribbed for it back at the officer’s mess, interrogated to find out who his mysterious lover was. “Think of what?” she…
Wisdom (A 100 Words Story)
What is wisdom? I mean, it’s not an age thing. Wisdom can be youthful. It’s not a knowledge thing, not always. Wisdom can be granted even without full knowledge of the facts. I suppose it’s a pause before a response. A deep breath. A truth, kindly put. Designed to help someone forward. To break through…