Alright. It’s a two-emotionally-charged posts kind of day. Remember, in my last entry I said my life is going so well there’s only one thing that isn’t really a thing that is bothering me? I just wanted to also explain what that one thing is. I was going to direct this towards men but for…
Tag: reflection
Purest imagination
Sometimes when things are going so well, I get really scared. Like I’m terrified. Any moment, the proverbial shoe could not only drop it could sink into a deep black endless wormhole with no other side. Because when things are this good, it’s only a matter of time before my luck runs out. It’s happened…
When I grow up I want to be…
Sometimes I wonder Where would I be If I could be The truest version of me Sometimes I sit and I ponder I stare off into the walls Hoping beyond hope That it magically swirls And reveals a future unknown to me I think sometimes What would I be If I could be anything And…
“You’ve done a good job.”
My therapist said that to me this past week when I told her I was moving and would have to stop coming to see her. I’ve become one of those crazy bitches that shines a little brighter after finding out their therapist is proud of them. It’s been…a second? A minute? Awhile? All of the…
Spence
My therapist is encouraging me to be as genuine as possible in everything I do. So I’m trying to do that more. Just be a little more upfront. Y’all are probably thinking “Bitch, you’re always upfront. What are you talking about?” To which I would say, “Yes. On here.” Trying to do that a little…
Love letter to us
Have you ever sat and thought about the craziness of some technological advancements? Can you imagine the look on the faces of the Wright Brothers if they took a flight from Philly to the Midwest? Could you hear the screech of Alexander Graham Bell as he explored an iPhone? Could you picture the look on…
Come with me…
…and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination… Pure imagination. What even is that? For no matter how hard I dream, I don’t know if I could fully dream without restriction. Even my dream dreams have restrictions. Love is weird. Not much else to say. It’s weird. And it can be sad. It makes…
I call that shit God
Lately, I’ve been having somewhat of an identity crisis. With my hair. As a black female, I change it a lot. As a black female with short–but not too short–hair, I can do a lot with it. Braids, curls, etc. etc. Recently, I’ve gotten into wearing this big wig. Now, the reason for this is…
It’s for the way you look at me
L O V E Four letters. Millions upon millions of meanings. I love her. I love them. I love us. Mango wine and shitty poetry inspire the mind. I like that I’m not alone in my struggle to fit into this crazy adult world. We’re all tiny little ducks that are larger than baby ducks…
Serenity Searching 