My grandma kepta box of buttons.Inside you could findthe history of 100 years.The history of a woman,a daughter,a wife,a mother.My grandma kepta box of buttons.A box of memoriesof a life well lived.Each button tells its story,it's covered in the memoriesof each place it traveled,each person who it touched.Each button different,some plain,some intricate,some dented, misshapen,or broken … Continue reading A Box of Buttons
I've never been in love.Not truthfully, at least.Broken heart beats flutter by like Sparrows' wings.Quick and fleeting.Leaving you to reminisce in their wake.Each downward beat of the wings, and pump of the chest hold but weary reminders of lessons learned past.To be in love is a lesson my heart yearns to learn.But books merely spout … Continue reading Sparrows’ Wings
Are you listening? Not just hearing the single words, the sentences, each-and-every syllable coming out from the person’s mouth. Are you really listening? Listening to the feeling and emotion interlocked with ever crooked glance and smile. Listening to the tears slowly dripping down their cheeks … Continue reading Are You Listening?
The heart beats.Slow and rythymic.Tears drip down sorrow strown faces, filling up their glasses.A coffee mug full of tears.One might call it weak.One might call it broken.But a coffee mug full of tears is a heart full of emotions.Every heart beat; each pump pump pump through your veins is a drum of strength.Man does not … Continue reading A Coffee Mug Full of Tears
Your bedroom: the inner most sanctum to all your personal belongings. It's where you keep your memories, your hobbies and joys. It's where you go when you're at your most broken; where you sleep when you're most in need of rest.Your bedroom: a reflection of your deepest fears and desires. A reflection of your mental … Continue reading Innermost Sanctum