And down came the rain.

I found an old horoscope today and it read, “Find meaning in the storm.”  But what if I’m just tired of weathering storms?  I’m ready for a little sunshine in my life, yet it doesn’t seem to be in the cards right now.  I had hope and maybe hope is just weakness of the naive… … Continue reading

Damaged Goods.

Do you ever just have one of those days?  You know the kind: a day in which nothing particularly devastating occurs, yet you could cry, on cue, for no reason?  Welcome to my Tuesday.  As I look in the mirror, I’m ready to cry.  Is it because I don’t like what I see or who … Continue reading

Anyway

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered; Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and … Continue reading

Hiding my heart away

“This is how the story went I met someone by accident who blew me away blew me away And It was in the darkest of my days When you took my sorrow and you took my pain And buried them away, you buried them away I wish I could lay down beside you When the … Continue reading

The Pretenders

When we’re little, our worlds are full of the magic of make-believe.  From the fairytales of far far away, to the Disney dream of Never Land to playing house with your best friend, we grow up in a world of imagination.  For many kids, pretending is a time of enchantment, of magic-in-the-making, but for me, … Continue reading

Candles

Lost sight Couldn’t see When it was you and me Blow the candles out Looks like a solo tonight I’m beginning to see the light

Blow the candles out…

Two years ago, I blew the candles out… Two years later, I was walking behind him… nearly running, in fact.  And this is how it was: always lagging behind, always trying to follow his big steps, only my legs couldn’t reach and there I was, left behind.  We were young.  We didn’t know what we … Continue reading

Inside the glass jar.

I’ve always loved fireflies.  The glitter of their sparkle, the freedom of their flight, fireflies amazed me.  As a child, my sister and I would catch them in glass jars to watch their beautiful bulbs glow in the silky darkness.  Now, at 24, however, I commiserate with the light bulbs of the night.  They were … Continue reading