Journal Entry # 157 – My Daughter Read a Text From Me!

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. – Aristotle

Just a Monday Moment

Admiring you from afar is like staring at the stars; beautiful to look at, yet too hard to reach.

Journal Entry # 156 – What Can I say? I’m a Fall Guy!

Leave the road, take the trails. – Pythagoras

A Heart to Live, Not to Love

Sometimes, I think my heart breaks without telling me
Like it’s trying to feel something it once did before
Though, if I allow myself to give in to its longing
I’ll go and break it even more

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Recovery

This time it didn’t matter if I held you
I guess my heart grew stronger from all the breaks
Like a junky with a kicked addiction
my track marks no longer have aches

I fought through the pain of withdrawal
alone and in despair
Worth nothing more to you, forgotten
in some gutter behind nowhere

Day and night I yearned for another fix
even if it was to be my last
Only it was you who controlled the poison
Stronger than any vial or any glass

I had to kick this dirty habit
I just had to say goodbye
For the therapy of holding on to you
was worse than coming down from the high

Now, my veins are finally clean
suppressed from the urge of you
It took my own rock bottom to discover…
that a drug can be tainted too

Journal Entry # 155 – See, He Gets Me!

We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today. – Stacia Tauscher

My Heart’s An Open Book

Every day…I write you a love letter.
No pen, no paper, just what’s inside my heart.
I know they never reach you.
But, right now I’m OK with that.
Because, no matter how many words I’ve written, or how many more I’ll write.
My heart will never close what was, what is…what will forever be,
the best chapters of my life.

Journal Entry # 154 – Blorft Should Be My Middle Name!

“I was a little excited but mostly blorft. “Blorft” is an adjective I just made up that means ‘Completely overwhelmed but proceeding as if everything is fine and reacting to the stress with the torpor of a possum.’ I have been blorft every day for the past seven years.”
― Tina Fey, Bossypants