storytelling

Talking. I don't know why I bother. It's just not satisfying anymore. Don't you remember why we stopped?

An envelope closing in.

Shards of broken glass.

In my mouth. Rolling across my tongue.

I taste blood.

I know you don't remember but I do.

The song came on and I felt the chills slowly creep up my arm.

I'll be good to you sugar honey...

You exhaust me, he said.

I'm done, she replied.

She will never love travel like I do.

She will never love amazing food the way I do.

She will never.

She will never.

What does it feel like to know you're just not that person? You think you are, but deep in your bones it's like going against every instinct you know is true. I'm just not that person. I don't juggle. One at a time. Sometimes you have to be the stronger person and walk away.

That's life that's what people say You're riding high in April Shot down in May But I know I'm gonna change that tune When I'm back on top, back on top in June

I said, that's life and as funny as it may seem Some people get their kicks Stompin' on a dream But I don't let it, let it get me down 'Cause this fine old world it keeps spinnin' around

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate A poet, a pawn and a king I've been up and down and over and out And I know one thing Each time I find myself flat on my face I pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life I tell ya, I can't deny it I thought of quitting, baby But my heart just ain't gonna buy it And if I didn't think it was worth one single try I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly

Do you believe in fate? That people are put in your life for a specific purpose? I understand the reasoning. In a world that wants to justify every decision it can be hard to think that certain things are completely random.

Here's what I do know:

I have had the rug ripped out from under me more times than I'd like to admit. I thought, “It can't get any worse than this.”

Oh, but it can.

If it does, you'll be okay.

In times of crisis the only thing I know how to do is keep going. One second, one minute, one hour, one day at a time. Life keeps moving and there's nothing you can to do stop it.

I have come to the conclusion that there's not much I can't handle. The worst has already happened.

I'm ready.

Bring it on, bitch.

To watch someone so entranced in the beauty of their work is a wonderful thing. The bubble is so delicate that if you placed a finger on its skin it would burst, leaving an effervescent circle of magic that changes you forever.

Who are your people?

For a while I thought I was traditional. If you follow the rules you will get there. Except no one knows what “there” is. I suspect that for everyone it's different.

So when you don't know, and life becomes so staid you begin to wonder why you were even put on this earth; you do what any red-blooded American does and blow up your life.

Sometimes you wonder if it's worth it. For a while everything is so different it feels like your synapses are on fire every second and there's no way to appease them. Eventually there comes a time when you can let your brain wander. That's when you know, and the fire flames into golden embers.

It's a world of makers and challengers. It's for people unafraid to keep breathing.

Fly away.

There's a place for us.