The One That Got Away

Prompt 2: The One That Got Away

You bump into an ex-lover on Valentine's Day--the one whom you often call "The One That Got Away." What happens?

I see him standing there, flowers in hand. My heart starts to flutter. My face is hot. I wonder if he will notice me. I stand there, debating on whether or not I should go up to him and say hello. So many years have passed, it would be nice to see what he has been up to.

Breaking Up With Writers Block

Prompt Day 1: Breaking Up with Writer's Block

It's time for you and Writer's Block to part ways. Write a letter breaking up with Writer's Block, starting out with, "Dear Writer's Block, it's not you, it's me..."

Dear Writer's Block,

It's not you, it's me. You see, I have been so absorbed with finishing my Bachelors, and then moved right on to my Masters degree that I really let you take over my life. I am a creative soul and I need to have my life back. I am breaking up with you. From this day forward I am going to find time, whether it be here on my website, or in my journal, to write something. Anything. Even if it is random thoughts that make no sense to anyone but me.

Elonna's 36th : Happy Birthday ....RIP

Today would have been Elonna's 36th Birthday. I miss her so much. Everyday is a battle without her to talk to. No matter what was going on in her life, even when she was at the end of her life (cancer) she still found strength to tell me how much she loved (& missed me). We made peace with her passing. We knew it was coming, even though she tried to remain upbeat about it for those around her. We knew.


I am thankful she is no longer in harms way or in pain. I am at peace with that.

I only wish I could find peace in knowing "Joey" was all a lie. I am thankful she was not alive to find out about the online faker. I am personally still having a hard time dealing with it.

Elonna, I am sorry. I wish we could have protected each other then.  I miss you sistagurl.

Read all about my dear Elonna here.

Fly From the Inside

It's a great start to my tattoo. Believe it or not, its actually part of it.

My Photo. Shinedown Concert. July 2012.

And this is how my life has been feeling lately.....

Wish Things Would Slow Down

I need to write.


It's my release.


It doesn't matter if the only person who understands it is me.


The pain has become unbearable.


I wish someone could give me an answer.


Medication does nothing but skew my reality.


Sometimes going to sleep and staying asleep seems like the best option.


Why can't anyone see the pain on my face?


Just push, and push.


I'm so over being me.


I wish the world with slow down. Just let me catch up.


Once.


Just once.


Too much to do and I am so slow.


The pain.


Controls me.


I just want things to slow down.


Slow.


Down.

(C) C.M.