Life is full of changes.Large and smallEnough to make anyone stressYet, expected to be beneficial This sense of change can be overwhelmingFeelings of being inadequate and irrelevantEmotional drainage that few realizePushing us all aside like waves Caught in a perpetual cycleof rise and fallThese ideas of what change can bringUnable to truly deal with them ...

What side of the fencedo you sit on?Birds perched on fenceslook down on the earth Birds on fences knowThe grass is not always greeneron the other sideIs there evera winning sideor a losing side Birds on fences knowWorms burrow holeson both sidesShadows grow longerunder the one sunDawn rises on the dark sideand the sun sets ...

Once upon a time, I was young and thought things were simple. Actions were right or wrong, and belief systems fell into little boxes. Life was clearly black and white. As I grew older, I determined nothing is simply a matter of black and white, right and wrong. Life is far more complicated and full ...

I have written articles about how I have a lot of anxiety about the amount of time it takes me to physically type words. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that sometimes I get so frustrated I don’t even bother writing that day. I’ve figured a way around that. There are these magical things called writing ...

We go through life and never really stop to think about how much our attitude affects the people around us and us. When have you thought about your attitude or how you reacted to someone or a certain situation? Most people, if they are honest, will say they never think about it. People feed off ...

Entropy is always increasing in a closed system. The chaos, the collisions, the madness surges through the neural pathways until there’s nothing left, but the ashes of an overworked brain.   I’m maneuvering in a pool of great struggle, gripping onto what little sanity is around me, only to discover that the waves may reach out ...

Emptiness fills my heart It’s happening again Loving you, being so far apart Where do I fit in? Alone again, I cry Pictures of you So hard, I try What am I to do? There’s nothing left to fight Time has passed us by What’s wrong or right? Living in this lie Moments to never ...