Secrets
Today’s Words Of Wisdom From Momma Dawn.
My life has taught me that success truly is simply getting up again after a fall. I’ve fallen too many times to count, and still find my self stumbling every day. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. It is important to celebrate our successes though.
By Dawn Goo4 years ago in Confessions
Almost Love: Part Five
One thing we don’t share is our real lives. They do not overlap or intersect at all. We don’t mention this, because it points out the glaringly obvious truth that what we have isn’t real, and neither of us wants to spoil the fantasy like that.
By Shea Keating4 years ago in Confessions
We are home.
Around you, I feel safe. In your arms, I feel at peace. The calmness, the serenity! Eternity is our limitless home. Together we stand. Divided we fall. I love that we are together, forever uniting us as one. In our love we find shelter, in your embrace I find home.
By Anthony Watts4 years ago in Confessions
The Mornin' After The Night Before
Pippa opened her eyes as the rising sun spilled into the room. It was the morning after the night before. With a numb brain, for just a second, it felt like overnight the history of everything had been deleted. Sleep after a traumatic emotional event does that; it resets the whole shebang. Except it only lasts a second then the pieces start to fall back into place again.
By Tom Brad4 years ago in Confessions
Homage to Catalonia
Let me take this moment of fake solitude to take this out of my chest. It's true what I've heard, what we go through leaves a mark on our lives; scars emerge, leaving behind a trace of bitter memories that can get triggered without any warning.
By Giovanni Profeta4 years ago in Confessions
An Unforgettable Choice.
In life, we all make choices: some good, some bad, some hard, some easy, and others completely unforgettable. I can tell you that I was never good at making decisions, even the smallest choice led to long nights and uneasy feelings; you know, the kind you get when you start to lose your breath and sweat beads so graciously appear on your forehead. . . yes, that was it. When I was young, I was told "every choice you make is one that makes you" and I could never wrap my head around the depth of that quote, that was until the day one choice had consumed me forever.
By Katlyn Oliver4 years ago in Confessions
Almost Love: Part Three
The more time passes, the more we realize that this cannot last. We are ridiculous, clutching to something that always had short shelf life and too many expectations. We are the Someday People, knowing that someday never comes and never taking any real risks on each other, emotional or otherwise. We are lovers who can never admit to being any such thing. Knowing it has to end, though, makes every moment feel inevitable; right now is all we will ever have. It is an addiction, necessary, hard to put down and impossible to walk away from. We are like tides of the ocean, pushing away and pulling together, never quite able to escape. Unsure if we even want to.
By Shea Keating4 years ago in Confessions
I Didn’t know.
The years that I didn’t know that I was me. I use to go through life thinking that being abused was normal. This line of thinking used to frustrate me, irritate me, and it was the norm in my world. I found out later that it wasn’t the norm. It was just something that I had to heal from alone without too many people around me except for my inner cycle. I grew up not knowing who I was. I grew up with all the wrong mindsets of who I thought I was supposed to be. Living in the vicious cycle of constantly wondering if I am good enough, pretty enough, skinny enough, are my breast is the right size, do I have a flat ass? Just all of the crazy and negative things that go with not knowing who you are as a person.
By Theresa Evans4 years ago in Confessions
From Alien to Alien. The true story of his life.
We are in this Victorian-type bathroom somewhere in Amsterdam. It’s few moments before the sunrise. The faint light from the window in a wooden frame painted aged white catches a worn-out ornamented rag in front of the tab. A typical room of a maid who once had tea with Darwin and walked dinosaurs.
By Helen Vechurko 4 years ago in Confessions
