Some people don’t use the word enough, others use it too much, and even fewer really understand what it means. When we hear the word love we think of tangible things; what someone does for you, how much money they spend on you, or how much time they spend with you. We like to track […]
Growing up in a big family holidays were always crazy. My family never really had any traditions, and the older everyone has gotten the harder it has been to match our schedules up, because of that we have to find other days throughout the year to “make up” holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas. Despite the […]
The argument of time has been debated throughout the course of history. Some argue that the world began one billion years ago, while others believe that it was born into existence by a supernatural power roughly six thousand years ago. Time defines who we are. Throughout the course of history it has regulated, dictated, and […]
There is a certain peace that comes with isolation. It is quiet and relaxing. The silence that comes with it, although deafening, is one that can grow on a person over time. It almost has a calm feeling to it. It allows one to be removed completely from openness and honesty. In a world that revolves around […]
“Why are you here? You’re here to kill him. You know why he’s here? He’s here to kill you. He’s here to kill you. He’s here to rip your throat out, put a bullet in your… I’m trying to teach you something. Are you here to get me killed? Are you going to get me […]
Some people carry it in their shoulders, you can see it in their posture, how they sit and how they stand. Others carry it in their eyes, fleeting looks and stares that go a thousand miles. We all think we can hide it, bury it so people can’t see it, or avoid it so we don’t […]
It’s always overwhelming. A surge of memories, a rush of emotions. I call it selective recollection. My mind only remembers what it wants to, specific good things, specific bad things. It’s funny how my brain tries to shape what I think based off of what I remember. The if I don’t remember it, it didn’t happen […]
The first time I saw him I hesitated, maybe it was the unshaven face that stopped me, it might have been the tattered clothes. I didn’t pay much attention to the sign, I was more concerned with the eyes. What story did he have to tell? His eyes were narrowed, yet pleading, his stance was […]
Je veux mourir in French means, “I want to die.” To most people the tattoo might give away to much. At first glance it is dark, depressing, and brutally honest. But at a deeper look one might see something else… Like most things, that quote tells a story. It tells the story of one who can […]