Grief

For griefs sake Mr. Cheerdafuckup. Fucked up memories. Unlocked closets of mysteries. Grieving the silent self and the suppressed me. Somewhere along the centuries of eternity. We will smile again, so for griefs sake,, Mr. Cheerdafuckup.

Exploring Options

I’ve recently reopened my dream folder on my computer and have had some interesting ideas spring forth. Before I can allow myself to feel comfortable with the dream, I need to explore why another model of it failed. We were successful in our mission. We excelled at peer to peer groups, financial assistance, and helping…

Love you lots

I love you lots, I love you more than pokadots, I love you lots, I love you more than tater tots, My love and I had the most interesting response back and forth to each other this morning.

Gave me a compliment

What’s the kindest thing someone has ever done for you? A lot of my life has been spent living in emotional pain from loneliness. In high school an English teacher I wasn’t even in class with would stop me in the hall and tell me I was doing a good job and to keep my…

Simply Piano is a Gateway

Share a hobby you’ve picked up recently — what got you into it? I don’t sponsor Simply Piano, I only want to share my user experience. I have been playing for 77 days straight since I bought my first tiny electric piano and I am engaged and learning. I am bad at memorization so I…

I’m Free

The thought hits against the wall of pain, Inside my chest there lays a boundary I can’t cross, I don’t know how to row that boat, My responsibilities lay bare, Figuring myself out, I’m on the right path, Moving forward, down that lonely lane, Realizing that the skeletons in my closet don’t define me, I’ve…