Journey of Dreams

I write best when the sun is hidden beneath the dark thick clouds of a stormy morning. For the art of writing is to attempt to describe the mystery of the moment as the cool brisk rain falls upon your face washing away the night’s sin. The sun is too bright and reveals what happens in those dark intimate moments. Let the rain come forth and cloud up the sky. Then, let me take my pen and paint a picture that can be felt by glancing eyes reading intensely. Let me write when it rains.

If I wrote to you

It would be like breathing

The breath of life

Into your rotting corpse

And then you would

Haunt me in the middle of the night

And tell me why you were right

And I was the sinner 

Needing to kneel in forgiveness

No, I won’t write to you anymore

I prefer you out of my life

Craigslist

I’ve started posting my belongings on Craigslist.

This is going to happen.

I don’t know how.

But I am moving.

Backpacking Europe or what?

Ok, so I just returned from Ireland to find out that I did not get accepted into the school that I wanted to go to.

This leaves me with the world wide open for decisions.

a) I did get accepted into Harvard Extension School — however this would involve me moving to Boston area, finding an apartment, a job, and paying for the courses up front — which I don’t have the cash for.

b) I can just work here in Virginia for the next year, taking some Community College classes and try again to get into some more schools. This would involve me moving to a cheaper apartment and just budgeting better.This option also allows me to possibly get a free Master’s degree through my employer.

c) I can backpack Europe for six months. This has always been a dream of mine, to just go and enjoy the cultures of the world. I love travel. It makes me feel so alive. I can be myself. When I was in Ireland, I’ve never felt more at peace and happy. This would involve me placing all of my belongings up for sale, quitting my job, and leaving my dream of med school behind for a year. 

OK — so I know what people say. I have a great job, potential for free education, health and dental insurance, the beach…etc.

However, I am not happy at all —- not at all.

• This place holds too many memories — lots and lots of painful memories. 
• I have barely any friends — and the ones I do have are never available.
• My writing spirit seems blocked here.

SO, as you can see, I am in a frustrated mood lately and just not sure which path to choose.

Thoughts?  I trust your opinions more than others right now! 

Today feels like a Writing day!!!

It’s pouring down rain.

I need tea.

I want to write!

Rundown Reality

Coffee stains on crooked tables

Cigarette butts on broken sidewalks

Tired eyes driving on cracked streets

Worn out faces working in a shattered world

Chained to each others fragmented stories

Painted in fading graffiti

On the crumbling remains

Of ancient dreams

Playing Tag

Destiny speaks through the

Gentle morning breeze

As the sunlight illuminates

Lovers passionately playing

Tag between wrinkled sheets

Pulsating

My nervous system is pulsating with rapid thoughts

Not of what has been or what is

But what could be if the dams of our imagination exploded producing wild streams of delight

Soaking up the calloused heart of the one left for dead among the vultures and rattlesnakes

Let the waters from hidden places flow among the weary

Secret sparks among the night

Pulsating thoughts flowing through our veins

An embracing event signifying change