oneword: gloss

my sticky sweet shield leaves traces of myself behind on all of my mistakes. i wonder if they ever think about me.

oneword: after

tell me what is supposed to happen next. what comes after the christmas fall-out, when everyone packs up and heads home? when the lights and trees come down? when the day i feel most at peace with myself and my family is over? what happens when all i have left are questions? no answers. and no one to ask.

wordcount #7: that

That is not fair.  That can't be true.  That will never happen.  That does not affect me.  That does not matter.  That was not my fault.  That is them.  That is other.  That is excuses.  That is coward.  That is what surrounds us.  That is epidemic.  We need to shift that.  From other to us, from them to we, from no, we can't to yes, we can!  

Only then will this change, that we so desperately seek, occur.

oneword: solstice

A time to celebrate the changing of the guard. The shift of season. The coming of the new. I take solace in knowing that the solstice exists. Year after year, regardless of the tears or the cheers, it arrives. Pure and whole, the sun pauses. Its power smolders, its importance emanates, it radiates, but it pauses still. Twice a year, at the very least, we should pause too. On the shortest day or the longest day, we should pause and consider the sacredness of our existence. We exist because the sun exists, because there is a light so bright and so warm and so beautiful that we can do nothing else but exist. Despite our doubts and our fears and our dark tendencies, the light resonates so brightly and so truly. The solstice speaks, and it says, "Just be. Be good. Be free."

oneword: sigh

that barely audible exhale. a spurt of hot air leaving a body that just wants to give up. i wonder if you know that i can hear you sigh. i can feel you falling away, the sand of your essence sliding between my fingers as if this was all so damn inevitable. gravity was always meant to reclaim you and pull you down from the height you'd flown to. your wings, they melted away, burned by the heat of the life you tried to escape. and now, left to your own devices, you've become an apathetic mass. i can't help but feel like i should have done more for you.

Oneword: Course

The course of the river is determined by the land it finds to flow through. Over hundreds of years it searches, feels and then defines it's own path. Creates it's own life.

It does all this by nature, by instinct, by the path of least resistance.

Shouldn't we do the same?

Oneword: Dock

sitting on the dock of the bay..sounds so simple, but as it is probably wet and surrounded by busy burley seamen, would it really be so simple. The'd be slippage, knockage and probably a little argy bargy... give me under the boardwalk any day.

Nobody

Ever says 

Good

 b

  Y

  e

or is it I 

fail to hear

Maybe the simple gesture

is 

lost in the 

whisper

Could it

possibly be that I 

g

o

t lost in myself

Or was it just me 

that SAID good bye

oneword: mellow

yeah. the apathy. it's getting old. like a calm snake, winding its way from my heart to these limbs that would rather sit and wait...and wait....

i need to be woken up. even monday's pain has dulled into a barely perceptible ache in the back of my head. all it does is remind me that i'm not feeling enough. not living enough. not doing much of anything. nothing of consequence, at least.

oneword: hover

i hate it when you hover. i am not exagerating, i HATE it when you hover. staring over my shoulder watching my every move. i don't need a mother thank you. i already have one and she may not have done a great job, but i definitely do not need another. yes, i have my keys, my wallet and my phone. i am a 27 year old woman. i had already made it to 25 fairly well on my own thank you, and i can take care of myself.

oneword: hover

we hover. points of light frozen in time. points of the universal consciousness embodied. from the moment we congeal, become substance, we are longing to rejoin the cosmic flow.



ghost

oneword: aware

these days, unfortunately, i am all to aware of what it missing in my life. the incredible void that makes me daydream all day and lay wide awake at night. i am wishing that i was one of those incredible people that is thankful for what they do have this time of year, but unfortunately, i am just not there this year. i know it could always be worse, but sadly, i also know it could be a lot better and i want that more than anything in the world these days.