My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding." ~ Kahil Gibran We’ve all heard that old saying, “what does not kill me, makes me stronger.” I do believe that. So much so that I had it permanently inked on my body. Still, there are days when I want to find the … Continue reading Cracked
I am fascinated by storms. - the more violent the better. When I lived in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee, I loved watching lightning storms rolling across the sky. It was magical. Electricity crackling above me, the tingle of rain hitting exposed skin, and the acrid smell of sulfur, was like hell … Continue reading Storm chaser
More of Andrew's story... Drew kicked off his Italian loafers and fell backwards onto the bed. Two empty bottles of Smirnoff from the hotel’s mini bar lay on the pillow beside his head; on the night table, a small pad of letterhead paper and a throw-away pen. A short, succinct message scribbled on the pad … Continue reading Room service
Tiny glasses filled with sweet cordials were arranged in a perfect circle on an ornate silver tray, a rainbow of liquid calamity. There was one flute for each dinner guest. Their host had chosen the digestifs especially for their cloying taste, an antithesis to the evening’s savory meal. Most guests only took minuscule sips, not wanting … Continue reading Last wish
One-room apartment Single, green female seeks same No pets, no smokers
No one has ever accused me of wearing rose-colored glasses. If anything, I am a die-hard pragmatist. An old-school cynic who expects the worst and is suspicious of the best. It was more likely I wear moonglasses so I'm able to see into the depths of the wasted landscape of a person’s rocky surface. That’s why when … Continue reading Moonglasses
Thin spiral notebook 