The Ramblings of Daily Life

I'm still here at the junction you left me, Shaken about and a little dusty. I am ready to be treated the way I was shown, eight years ago. I've watched the trains passing by,  with cars full of happy people, drinking tea and cheery. My soul burns with infinite regret, each time i see the tracks left behind me. While I sit here frozen and time itself, seems to run past me just a little bit faster. Perhaps it's too late for me,  to catch a little light before it all burns red. Your lips on mine were fire, in the warm summer nights and now your voice is a siren. We are doused out and smoke is dissipating, into the ether where my mind rests. Sinking beneath satin sheets and fluffy pillows, I am still in this place where you left me.

The other day, I used the last of my SpongeBob tear free Bubblebath.  Hopefully, it won't present a health hazard because it's one of those items that has lingered on for years and years.  I actually remember buying that bubble bath with Richard in a local Wally World back in 2009.  In honor of Richard's memory, I used the last of the bubble bath. I told my parents I was going on a trip with my friends for the weekend in the summer of '09.  At the time, I did not have a car of my own and it was a big deal for them to let me drive their car.  Equipped with my Motorola Infuse phone (yes, flip phone), I used VZW navigator to drive 191 miles down i-85 S until I approached the wasteland of strip malls 61 miles north of Atlanta.  The Jefferson exit was christened with a single Publix.   I arrived in a cookie cutter neighborhood, where I picked up Richard.  We had to keep things obscure, of course.  He introduced me to his friend, Emily as his ...

  Photo taken on Asheville Trail I believe that people change… well some people do.   Over the course of my life, so far, I’ve known a lot of people.   Some on a superficial level, some in great depth.   I’ve spent hours listening to stories over wine, commiserating about life’s obstacles, empathizing with shared vitriol over those who think differently.   I think it would be hard to find someone who says they don’t want to change for the better. We all set lofty goals for ourselves in the hopes we will get somewhere new.   I’m going to lose that weight, I’m going to stop drinking, I’m going to put myself out there, I am going to move.   I, too, have fallen victim to these aspirations.   They sound fluffy and they lift your spirits. However, without appropriate action, they are just lip service.   Changes are not made in sweeping movements, they happen each day, with little baby steps. It’s easier to accept the status quo when we embrace ...

Go away Give me a chance to miss you Say goodbye It'll make me want to kiss you I love you so Much more when you're not here Watchin' all the bad shows Drinking all of my beer I don't believe Adam and Eve Spent every goddamn day together If you give me some room, there will be room enough for two (two) -Leave Me Alone (I’m Lonely), P!nk   We actually met in the Wal-Mart parking lot.   What is this, a trailer trash nightmare?   I was a freshman in college.   I was huddled up in my dormitory and we found eachother… online.   The last relationship ripped me to shreds.   I guess dating an ex-Mormon with horrible self image problems that he would constantly project on me wasn’t ideal.   Then again, how was I to know?   My experience was so limited at the time.  My few exposures to the dating world were not exactly positive. So as we walked through the Wal-Mart and picked out our steak and potatoes to cook in my kitchenette (how...

Growing up in the Information age, discovering my newfound sexuality, and going through all of the normal craziness that most teenagers do, I spent many years trying to project myself outwardly as "someone".   The problem was, this was hardly a genuine projection.   It was essentially a mask I wore for external validation, a façade to please others in spite of myself.   Most of my childhood, I was extremely introverted, and I ate whatever I wanted.   Food, social media, and computer games were drugs I used to deal with my feelings of loneliness or dejection.   I also didn't care much about what I looked like.   Once I started putting a little more energy into what I was eating, I was able to lose some weight.   To no surprise, some people started to pay more attention to me.     In college, I used to eat a s'mores pop-tart and drink coffee every morning.   I fell in love with the selfie and stopped using my DSLR.   Also...