I sat restless. Waiting. That’s all it ever felt like I was doing these days. Waiting. Watching, like a shadow following in my own footsteps. An observer of my own life. I look through my own eyes and see a world that is gray.  The February sky swirling with deep, dark clouds and misty rain…

I was filled with anticipation and anxiety. Behind the smiles I faked for my husband and family was the stabbing pain of loss. There was a void in my life, a vacuum that felt so empty I never thought it could be filled.  I felt shattered, like my skin was all that was holding my broken body…

Even with a delicious brunch sitting in front of me and my handsome husband sitting across me, I couldn’t seem to find my smile or appetite. “Stop worrying.” My hubby’s serious words bring me back from my drifting thoughts. “Sorry. I can’t help it,” I sadly reply. “She’ll be fine,” he says tenderly. “Eat your pasta. It’s getting cold,” he adds…

I know what this life has for me even though I am only eighteen. The time for a new era began at the ending of my Senior year, when I finally got a job. Ever since then, an unexpected hunger for independence grew; wanting to live on my own. To leave this big rock of…

I’m going away, in these few precious days I am not okay, It feels like I am in a daze Watching as my life passes me by. The hour goes like a sad goodbye.   Idle hands are the devil’s workshop No lights but the moonlight I watch it all pass like a bus stop….

Surfacing from mysterious waters, red koi are seen above a labyrinth of squiggles and lines, the water not water, but hallucinogenic blemishes of green, lavender, yellow, gold– the overwhelming sensation of being submerged in loud, unrelenting background noise, the sudden understanding of koi struggling below, entangled in a net of anxious disorientation.   Viewing a sample…