Pink and blue. Electric blue, like your running shoes. I say your feet are smaller than mine and you smile. It is tinsel. Daisies. You blush every time. You are long, strong, and blond. Blue eyed. The world sees how beautiful you are. And I know you are unstoppable. I hear it in the voice […]
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Vivid memories sleep on the horizon Reminiscing on the days of old Days past, but not gone Asleep, but not dead The negative energy radiates; Cuts deep: to the core, to the heart Hatred, insecurity, depression Drown you Try to swim Can’t move For what worth is this life alone? Says the insecure Says the […]
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In my hometown we have a bridge that seemingly goes nowhere, and so we call it the Bridge to Nowhere. Possibilities are endless, choices are fathomless; we burn bridges and cross new ones. Each choice is like a bridge to somewhere. And the choices may be difficult: where to go to college, what to major […]
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“I am awaiting, perpetually and forever, a renaissance of wonder.” What do we consider as a wonder? We are all waiting for a miracle. Trying to find the reason it never comes. Maybe miracles never happen, but our yearning for them makes us perceive as wonders the plenty beautiful incidents that might happen in our […]
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Following your dreams is lovely.
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Do you remember the story that helped you believe in yourself? Well, when was the last time you believed in that book? For all of the power held between their pages, books can be helpless creatures. Without readers, books become bricks to build or shapes to stop doors or a flat surface in which to […]
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After the car wreck, the three month coma, and the brain injury with a wheelchair, I say this: To believe in most anything is an intangible act of faith. We sort through what we can and cannot believe in as we grow older. I have learned that belief is not fickle. I grew up Episcopal, […]
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Indie-folk darlings Mumford & Sons have a new sound. As I type this through my tears (Nervous? Excited? You decide!), I recognize that bands can and should grow in their sound, and that I can’t expect the sons Mumford to be the same banjo-heavy, alt-americana of my high school years. When I heard the news about […]
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Being lovely is its own reason.
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