You know, living alone, it's the nights that are the quietest. Past 8:00 PM, when nearly everybody from my old life is asleep and everybody from my new life seemingly has plans. I unlock my phone and there's no messages. I open someone's chat and hope to see them online. But they're not. Or, they… Continue reading Night silence
Tag: feelings
I don’t deserve a good friend
There's some things about myself that I just haven't been able to put into words so far. But I'm going to try right now. Hopefully I can unpack this enough to help myself start working on it. I do my best to be a positive influence on others' lives. I try to help them in… Continue reading I don’t deserve a good friend
Imposter
Sometimes this feeling of utter and complete mediocrity washes over me. I feel as if the ones closest to me are just so much better than I am, have more figured out than I do and are all-around more mature than me. I don't like that. Because more often than not, that feeling is mainly… Continue reading Imposter
Some things are ‘just for me’
Do you have a few things you keep to yourself? Objects, thoughts or emotions. They're yours and no one else's, you rarely talk about them because sharing them is tainting them. I have some things like this and I know for certain that others in my life do too. People who are not private, become… Continue reading Some things are ‘just for me’
Forgetting someone
Have you ever forgotten someone? It's quite beautiful, really. Quite heartbreaking, yet beautiful nonetheless. Take a moment and think about about someone you love who is no longer with you either due to circumstance or death. Do this with me. Once you're done reading this blog, I want you to close your eyes for a… Continue reading Forgetting someone
The eye of the storm
Does anyone else ever get this feeling that absolutely engulfs you. It tells you to write, draw, paint, create. It fills you up and you feel like a cup about to overflow. It's a little overwhelming, no doubt; yet the weight of that feeling on your chest is something you welcome. For me, the feeling… Continue reading The eye of the storm
Memoirs of a Muse 