The thoughts of a ponderous soul.
When the staleness of a past argument is left in your mouth, nothing tastes right. Nothing feels right either. Things you once used to enjoy are laced with a frown, pulling at your smiles. Words spoken or unspoken keep you from progressing anywhere back to “normal” or forward. Why can’t a friendship be stronger than [...]
I can hear the upset and hushed voices from the other room. My ears are burning as one voice tries to protect the respect of my choice while another depletes my name of any worth. Do they know I can hear them? Surely, they must realize voices, even those slicked with gossip, travel down hallways [...]
You stand tall among your friends. You’ve learned it all: how to speak and be a gentleman. That mask you wear, well, it goes good with your hair, but style and smarts aren’t why you came over here. Now what do you wanna tell me? You can’t sleep ’cause you can’t eat ’cause you [...]
I have a freckle on the back on my hand. It’s perfectly centered as if on a grid between my thumb and forefinger. It’s on my right hand, the one I use to write, point, raise and throw. This is the freckle that I see everyday, that everyone can see. I love this freckle because [...]
I feel rushed. I shouldn’t–I have no one pressuring me to write. But still, I feel this aching need to write about the past week in my life: all the little intricacies that I love. I’d feel unimpressive and like I was missing my chance if I obstained from writing any longer. Whether the following [...]
When I write, I need to not be worried about the thoughts that others might misconstrue. I will try to be sensitive to other people’s souls and well-being, but I have to be aware that if I consistently cut out material, my story will have no meaning. It will be unrelatable because the characters will [...]
I don’t understand. Many times I have felt confused but understood why I was confused. Now, I’m just plain con-fucking-fused and bewildered of my parents. It’s times like these where I wonder if it really mattered if I refrained from getting my nose pierced. I did a lot of research and spent a lot of [...]
I was really hurt this morning. I didn’t know what to think about last night — how we all had things we wanted to say, but strangely the “silent ones” spoke first — and loudly. Last night I was not silent. I snapped my words in a sharp tongue that was stronger than I anticipated. [...]
November 8, 2009
Kate
