Dangerous, using the same word to describe lasting fulfillment as with someone who happens to be smiling.
Trying to always be happy is the most futile effort–an impossibility with the promise that you will ever again think only one kind of thought.
I know normal isn’t real, so why does it feel like everyone else has it?
Nothing about him strikes the imagination, which is why I force myself to look. His blue, collared long-sleeve is tucked into khaki pants. The shirt fits well, but is not tailored, and I assume the pants are straight-fit. He wears glasses, as a constant fixture I would guess, from the the thin wire rims inconspicuously […]
So happens, there are infinitely more wrong words than right ones.
The Right Words exist for everything.
My point here is I don’t know if I’ve ever been in love, but we have to start deeper than that. I don’t know if I’ve ever been understood. I don’t know if I’ve met anyone with the eye to watch past my words. And I don’t know if I’m capable of knowing such a […]