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  • Alone

    Sometimes, I feel alone. Even when I’m surrounded by people… I’m not really. I’m alone, drifting in a rose coloured world of wonder. I’m not sad about it— feeling alone, that is. It’s a beautiful place, this world I live in.… Continue reading

  • The Night

    Sometimes, the night wakes me. When the night wakes me I lie in bed and march through life in my mind, smiling at all the lovely things, frowning at all the things I wish the day had kept to itself.… Continue reading

  • The Happy Driver

    Arki was a taxi driver, but in his heart he was a writer. He knew he was a writer because the words never stopped racing in his mind until they were out. Neither did the joyous feeling they stirred in… Continue reading

  • The Twelfth Day of Christmas

    On the twelfth day of Christmas, her sleeping babes warmed her heart from their beds. What joy might tomorrow bring for them, she wondered, remembering the magic of being a child on Christmas eve. She remembered lying in bed, listening… Continue reading

  • The Language of a Soul

    It’s the eleventh day of Christmas and I’m listening to music. Beautiful music. It sends my spirit into the sky. It turns my body into love. Beautiful music— language of my soul. How I adored you, on the eleventh day… Continue reading

  • Merry Birthday

    On the tenth day of Christmas, there was a party. Two years ago (nearly) she rocketed into my world and I fell irreversibly in love. With her. My mini me. My little princess of the adorably nuts kind. Happy birthday,… Continue reading

  • Human Nature

    On the ninth day of Christmas I felt sadness inside of me and I cried. Who am I to keep sadness prisoner inside these flimsy human walls of mine? Sadness deserves freedom just as much as joy does. On the ninth… Continue reading

  • Smile

    On the eighth day of Christmas I wondered how the steps I take with my average girl feet might change the world— even in some small way. I wondered for about a second and then I stopped wondering and just…smiled.… Continue reading

  • Couch Chat

    On the seventh day of Christmas the sun came and then it went. In between the coming and going of the sun lots of love happened. Lots of smiles. A couple of sad thoughts. Hardly any cranky ones— hells yes.… Continue reading

  • Tonight

    On the sixth day of Christmas, I craved a feeling. A specific feeling, really. I craved a couch. And a book. And me. All of us rolled up together, where nothing and no one could find us. It’s not like I… Continue reading