Blue.

I used to hate the color blue. Made me uncomfortable and I didn’t understand it. I couldn’t feel it. Now it means more to me than a color. It’s a process. Sometimes a state of being. A feeling at times. It’s therapeutic. Calming. And I desire more. Every heart, every ocean, every word, everything. Goes…

Dreams of Death 

I dreamt of death.  Now, I am afraid of death. For reasons we all are.  My dreams of death tell me that I don’t tell people what I should when they are alive. A characteristic of myself that shocks me.  Imagine loving.   Loving someone so deeply and truly that you are one. Where they…

A handful of thought and feelings

There are times when I wish I my father hadn’t died. When I wish I could somehow go back in time and try to keep him alive. Maybe he had lost his will to live and had nothing to fight for. Maybe I could’ve been that person he would fight for.  Maybe one day, I’ll…