love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Sonoran Sun
We’re all waiting for the sun to emerge, rising over indigo mountain silhouette dreams, to begin our lives saying: “when I make enough I’ll do this”, “when I retire then I’ll do what I love”, “when tomorrow comes I’ll keep to my promises”, “when the kids grow up then I’ll start doing more for me”, “if only I wasn’t having to work so hard then I'd start a hobby”, “I’m too tired”. Each and every ray of every day gives us the opportunity to show, to give, and to share unexpected love towards others; there is nothing we have to wait on. This is a love story of sorts.
By Sorrel Fivecoat5 years ago in Humans
One Miracle Left
It’s a windy late afternoon, like so many other windy late afternoons. I can just see the sun, hidden behind the dust and dirt that hangs in the air as if it’s always been there and always will be. The dust and dirt that must move in the wind, but never seems to change from day to day, as if there’s a filthy lid over the world. It is late afternoon of a day measured not by hours or ticks on the clock, but by the dim light of the sun, masked by clouds thick with sand and dirt. It is measured not by the endless drone of mind numbing television told in thirty minute blocks, but by the stories that the old man relates as he sits on the steps, to anyone willing to listen. There is an old clock in the garage, behind the skeleton of a car stripped of any part that could be used or traded. It’s hands forever proclaiming 3 o’clock, and nobody knows why it stopped just then. Or they aren’t willing to talk about it, because of what happened just then. It could have been so many things and none of them really matter now because there’s no going back. So we move forward, at a pace measured by the sand and the stories and the dim light of the sun. And I think about you.
By Mark Abukoff5 years ago in Humans
BLUE, THIS ONE’S FOR YOU
June 13 May 17, 2021 My therapist told me I should start writing my thoughts down in a little black book, that was a month ago. She gave it to me for free, at least. I already know these entries are going to make me sound like a drama queen and probably won’t even help me deal with the real problem. I would never write down the truth. Facing the truth wouldn’t help me. Even if she says so. Yes, I know I am contradicting myself by paying ninety fucking dollars to stare at each other while she waits for me to pour myself open. Ninety dollars to stare blankly at the wall, ninety dollars to hear the clock ticking by, ninety fucking dollars of pretending I will make progress. Knowing I never will. Nothing will change. There is no going back or forward. I am stuck in the present...I don’t want to write anymore.
By Dany Elizarraras5 years ago in Humans
You're Not Grace!
Anna quickly glanced at the smooth, leather cover of the black notebook in the passenger seat. She knew the importance of such a small notebook. After all, she has one just like it. Well, sort of. Anna’s notebook is soft leather, rather than hard. Hers is a pretty matte purple, instead of shiny black.
By Stephanie J. Bradberry5 years ago in Humans
Forever Yours
Reaching into the seat pocket in front of me, I expected to find the usual airline magazine, emergency sick bag or in-flight menu. Instead, I found a small plain black notebook. It was simple, inconspicuous, almost boring in design. As I opened the book to try and learn who owned it, I saw pages and pages of love letters, which to a hopeless romantic like myself is anything but boring. I suppose that's the beauty of such a book, the fact that for each owner, it can be a vessel for many different forms of art, literature or release. They can choose to share it with the world or keep it entirely to themselves in a discreet little black book.
By Hanna Tittel5 years ago in Humans
Dear Alice,
Dear Alice, My heart is so big. " Yes as it should be! who in the world ever made you think that is a bad thing?" I feel like I give a lot to others, and I do not receive the same amount of adoration back. Now I feel shut out and closed off to the other humans around me, because I don't want to get hurt!
By tiaana valentine5 years ago in Humans
Found
I’m Celeste Lesk. Try to say that fast three times. My friends call me ‘Cellesk’. This year has been tortuous for the following reasons: I lost my job (ok, not a great job, but a JOB that paid the rent and kept me in art supplies); I lost my car keys. Not a huge deal except my car had been stolen, I couldn’t make a claim without the keys on a liability only policy, blah-blah; this whole pandemic thing that keeps me from friends and family, making me want to curse at anyone I see without a mask; AND, I lost my sketchbook. That was the crowning touch for this rueful year. I just started sketching two years ago, disappearing into that sketchbook regularly; people, things, places, animals – whatever my heart tugs at my pencil to capture. It was mostly full, as were the four previous books. Full of memories, symbols, figurative thoughts. I don’t take pictures with my phone any more, mostly because I’ve lost two phones (yes, there is a pattern of “loss” in my life), much preferring to capture what my eyes were seeing with a pencil.
By Kathleen Hope5 years ago in Humans
Fate, Free Will, and What Are the Chances You’re Free Friday?
The room was dark, cold—square. It felt lonely and immensely, oppressively sad. As if it carried a weight too heavy for its creaking floorboards. Why it felt this way was not discernible from any single object. It’s not what the room had—but what was missing—that filled it with this all-pervasive sadness that settled upon everything like an early morning mist.
By Natalie Vilotijevic5 years ago in Humans
You are worthy of the love you desire
In order to get what you desire and deserve you have to know where you're going. We know this is true for every area of our lives and most of us have no issue asking for clarity from our boss, from our personal trainer, or even from our friends.
By Gisele Plamondon5 years ago in Humans
