Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds.

You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds.

To whichever you choose

Choose with will

For you see if you do not

There is sure to be evil up the hill

You must keep growing no matter the stakes

Too much water

Too much sun

You mustn’t break

Don’t let yourself get pulled in from the whispers of greed

For then you will become a weed

Do not d...

It was Sunday again, for some reason we always argue on Sundays. I don’t know if it’s because the liquor store down the street is closed or because it’s his day to feed the cat, but here we are wrapped up in our same twisted overture. We were in the living room I was reading and he was on the phone with an old friend, I overheard him say, “Stacy don’t really talk much to me, very quiet, she’s alwa...

I sit here staring at your coffin, to think just yesterday we were conversing about all of our wildest hopes and dreams. A funny thought - one moment your shoes are secured onto your feet and the next you find yourself tripping over that pesky shoelace that never seems to hold, I need a new pair of shoes. I’m not sure how life will go on without you, but I will manage. You always taught me to keep...

To be constantly stimulated, Is to be constantly trapped. Leaving no room for the imagination to roam; to roam through the meadows of depth, to fly among the clouds of desperation, to run through the fields of longing. We must accept that the silence we so much resent is the key to opening one’s mind. The sound of silence is to be at peace and to be able to live kindly amongst yourself. She is a f...