I feel like a writer (how wrong it sounds) full of stories that are not mine (I can’t do them justice anyway), and stories I never finished because they were too mine.
Tag Archives: reflection
how to be a better prisoner
Controlling, manipulative, possessive behaviors don’t just exist in a bubble where they belong to that one person. It bleeds into you, too.
redial
The wind keeps howling, dragging the laden branches of the old olive trees to the ground. As it huffs and puffs, it mops away the rain streaks, further west, farther and farther still.
fall is for friendship
Sometimes, fall makes me believe I’m a witch who can travel in time.
happy birthday, baby bro
We’ve always been as thick as thieves.
life in fragments
I feel the most alive when I’m not distracted by the life I want to live. When I can place myself in the life I am living.
a disappearing act
Do you know why I named it the disappearing act?
echoes of change
Maybe “now” is much more distant. Maybe “yesterday” is nearer and “tomorrow” already in the past. – Mahmoud Darwish
running in circles
Is karma an echo of our intent?
go ahead
Rip the band-aid, Kejt! The expectations you set early in life will follow you forever.
