I’ve spent a lot of time watching you walk away. Many different times, in many different places. I can close my eyes and hear the heavy thread of your shoes upon the ground. Thud, thud – thud, thud, thud. Just like my heart beat. You never look back. You never pause. But oh, how my heart aches for you to pause – just for a moment, like you’re considering turning around. If only you would miss me the way I miss you already. Thud, thud, thud. And you’re gone. Now it’s my turn to walk away. My hands feel empty and I clutch at my car keys anxiously. I want to wave goodbye but I know you won’t turn around to see it.
And the sun has set. Hands in pockets, feeling cold without you, I look out. And tired I close my eyes. I wish I could hear it – thud, thud, thud. But it’s just my heart again, calling out into the darkness knowing you can’t hear me.
Walking in the street market is an experience like no other. The crowds press in around you. Little grandmas doing their morning groceries, commuters trying to get to work, tourists taking pictures – they’re all around and in your personal space. It’s overwhelming and claustrophobic. Hawkers try to get your attention yelling and waving their… Continue reading Street Markets
They say you can tell a lot about a person from their Instagram. What they like. Who they hang out with. What’s really important to their life. “Your Instagram is all pictures of food.” It’s true. My profile flaunts picture after picture of food. Some pictures of my dog. The occasional scenery. No faces and… Continue reading If we were having coffee…
So National Novel Writing Month is literally a couple days away, and I am so totally unprepared. If you aren’t familiar with National Novel Writing Month it’s an event in which you commit to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. Yes, a month. I know it sounds crazy. But NaNoWriMo has taught me… Continue reading My 2015 NaNo Attack Plan
“Why are you crying?” Little Rose tucked her head harder into her arms trying to muffle the tears. She felt a hand on her head, patting her reassuringly through the blanket she had covering her. “I’m not crying.” She said, trying with all her might to keep her voice from breaking. “But you are.” Sudden… Continue reading “Why are you crying?”
Dear Me, I’d like to imagine that you would be reading this while standing on that bridge. That moment of our lives when we stood there and thought about giving it all up. You almost walked away from it all – friends and family that love you and a million happy moments you just couldn’t… Continue reading #Dearme
I celebrated a birthday not long ago and I stumbled upon this article by Robyn at the Daily Post. I thought it was extremely timely as it was all about looking back on life with nostalgia and writing about it. And so I was inspired to answer the prompts in a post of my own.… Continue reading Inspired Memories