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A Letter to Happiness
Dear Happiness, I hope wherever you are you are making people bloom. Cause that's what you did, you were an expert at making people feel giddy. Often at times, when misery surrounds me i think about you desperately. I look for you in past happy encounters with you written in my journal. Don't you worry, i have jotted down all our memories, I haven't forgotten a thing, and how can i? You were so nice to me. We were getting along so good. I would often see you around while riding my bicycle, or humming with birds, or while talking with plants while watering them. Don't you remember our little ice-cream dates? Or the time when i texted to my long lost school friend because you insisted? What i admired most was long walks taken with you. You would push me to smile like a joker while walking. Would force me to admire trees around , notice tiny flowers growing in bushes, few youngsters riding their bikes and showing off, you would often mock at them. All i didn't know what massive and important lessons you were tryna teach me.
By Neer Bukharia5 years ago in Confessions
Missing Loved Ones
It really doesn't matter how much time goes by, truth is if you lose someone you love you miss them forever. As time goes by, it does get a little easier and you learn to accept that they're gone. As of May 29th, 2021 it has been two years since my son's father passed away. His Mother also passed away last October and she was very important to me as well. Both of them cross my mind daily. I miss them very much and this article is to talk about them and express my feelings.
By Karly Krull5 years ago in Confessions
How to Get Through Your Darkest Days
In the last two decades, my health has deteriorated. I had moved to Hollywood to become an actor, but after a few years in Tinsel Town things did not go as I had hoped. My paralyzed anxiety prevented me from getting tested, overconfidence led to overeating almost every night, and my inability to be translated into a group of good-weather friends.
By Aava Sharma5 years ago in Confessions
The Sly of Night
His black eyes haunt me. The texture and form of his white body fits with my own and yet we are breeds apart. I hear his call each day amongst a growing throng, attempting to lure me into his arms, but I resist. He urgently pulls at the soft white pillows and burgundy summer blanket temptingly from the darkness I can always feel his eyes watching my every step, the rise and fall of my every breath. I make a wide birth each time I pass his abode, knowing I’m helpless to his charms.
By Karen Eastland 5 years ago in Confessions
I Lost My Scissors at the Kabul Airport
I always take a small knitting project with me when I travel: something light, with square wooden needles that don't fall out easily. A soft and bright project that brings me joy and comfort in unfamiliar places. They city of Kabul, Afghanistan, was just that kind of place. I went there with a small team to consult with instructors at a university and we planned to stay two weeks. In the middle of the winter in that mountainous city, we knew that cental heating didn't exist, that we would be restricted to our lodgings and place of work, and that we would have an armed security detail. We were required to wear headscarves to blend in with the local population. Arlene, our team leader, also informed me that since Afghanistan prohibits alcohol sales, but does permit foreign visitors to bring a small quantity with them, I was required to bring my full allotment in my luggage because there was nothing to do but drink in the evenings. So I packed extra fingering yarn. And I brought the wine.
By Beth Lewis5 years ago in Confessions
Mums the word.
The illness of being dead, was persuasion in the end, no different from a derogatory voice, madness did set in, thunder in my life, strikes my mind a smell of old, without a heart, waiting low to strike, that voice a hidden truth, not me just, but a bitter symphony.
By Jennifer orr5 years ago in Confessions
After Baby Stretch Marks Make the Most Beautiful Tattoo
How great a privilege is yours to carry this proof of giving birth. I am determined to be naughty, to tease you, and put in a passion, so you don't give a second to fruitless lamentations about lost smoothness and vanished firmness. Your looks, as they are, are precious. Forget all negative expressions, voicing none. You should not regret the aftereffects, which helped you become a Mother.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Confessions
You don't find Love, it finds you! And then?
That fateful morning, we were on the phone. And while she was relentlessly gasping for every atom of oxygen, she wished she had my hands to hold on to, all I could do was sob at my helplessness only to hear about her demise a few minutes later. 'Our story', lasted for all but twenty days, and then, she stopped breathing. God, I miss her mesmerizing and cheerful voice and the radiant smile on her pale cheeks. I wish I could feel her and kiss her. But Alas! Fate didn't want it. Perhaps it wanted her more than I did...
By Syed Anees5 years ago in Confessions
Tales of Bette: Who Was Greyson's Brother?
Bette on It: Weird Adolescence. 8th Grade. An Excerpt... October 1999 Bette followed the crowd of kids inside and saw Tylor and Greyson first in the hallway outside the gym. Tylor was dressed as a werewolf and Greyson was dressed as Batman. "Hey guys. You look great!"
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Confessions
