Stories of the Lost and Found

I’ve spent most of my life wondering why I don’t have as many friends as all the other girls around me seem to have.  Sororities make me want to yank my teeth out and going out to dinner with more than 2 girls gives me increasingly aware anxiety. It took me awhile to really realize how different I actually was.  It’s taken me even longer to accept it.  It’s hard to not want to follow the crowd. It’s hard not having that one special bond with that one person. It’s hard not having someone understand why you don’t want to do anything that day.  It’s especially hard when people judge you for it. And it’s even harder when those people are your friends.  I’ve always preferred my books to actual people. I’ve always preferred my house to literally anywhere else. I prefer being in my head rather than carrying on yet another meaningless conversation about what Sally did to Susie. I really can’t do it anymore. I’ve had a lot of great, amazing friends y'all. And I...

Happy Saturday, y'all! I've had something on my brain for awhile now. I need it to be known this is not directed towards any one person or persons. It is not meant to be judgmental, belittling, or rude. It simply is a genuine observation from yours truly and stems from an awakening I feel about certain subjects. So here it goes: Materialistic Life and Love It all started when I began reading Eckhart Tolle's "A New Earth" and there's a part in the book about how humans identify with things and how it influences their daily life. How it controls their ego. Lately I've seen a lot of this. With friends, at work, with people I don't even know... and sadly, with myself. In today's time I feel as if people turn to "things" for satisfaction way too often. We identify with things because at the time they make us feel good. At the time you're following the crowd, you NEED this, it's popular, it seems important. We've all d...

So open minded yet so judgmental Living in a world where it's encouraged to be mental Old souls stuck the wrong time lost hopeful and yet still living We could change the world If we could just intertwine

Many days she was a hurricane, causing chaos wherever she chose Winds whipping and swirling the life around her Even her own thoughts she didn't know Some days she was ice Some days she was snow, having a heart cold and numb Melting only when the sun, finally decided to show. And on her best days see was sunshine Sunflowers, clouds and shade She never knew what she was going to be she never really cared All that matters is she stay true to herself Anytime, everywhere

thoughts of death consume me thinking of what could have been the numbness fades after awhile until someone is taken again the good die young or so I'm told when all they wanted to do was to be able to grow old grieving doesn't cease it's never ending; it haunts your sleep and then when time passes you tend to forget for awhile and then you see a picture of their lovely smile emotions flood your body heaviness clouds your heart and once again you're reminded of the time spent apart

time is an illusion- so they say never enough hours in the day when tonight will my head lay? never enough sleep to recharge tiredness overlooked; disregard  restless legs restless head  restlessness throughout this bed sunlight shimmers begin to come through casting shadows upon what used to be me and you