Am I Write? # 1 – Let It Flow

“But when people say, Did you always want to be a writer?, I have to say no! I always was a writer.” – Ursula Le Guin

That Song

I remember that song.
Every note just for me.
Sweet melody,
aimed straight toward my heart.
Our souls in tandem with the music.
I’d bathe in the cast of your light.
You with that grin.
I’m there sometimes,
when I go back,
for a listen…just for me.

Journal Entry # 121 – Be Yourself

silhouette photography of group of people jumping during golden timeTo be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Lonely Heart

alone buildings city cityscape

It barely even beats.
Doesn’t matter though, now.

Given this heart…
only to stare at strangers,
thinking that for a life’s blink,
that stranger could have been you.

I tired of being wrong.


Journal Entry # 120 – Where’s The Colour?

adult alone backlit black and white

Depression is being colourblind and constantly being told how colourful the world is. – Atticus

Journal Entry # 119 – If I Think It, It Will Come!

You fail only if you stop writing. – Ray Bradbury

Ashback Friday # 7 – It Came From Outerspace


Ah, to be young again. I was in a googling wormhole a few nights ago and came across the movie poster you see above. As soon as this image popped up in my web search, I instantly smiled in recollection. I was a young boy, thirteen I think, some community group was putting off a showing of this at the dusty floored Catholic Church bingo hall and everyone in my class was going. It was a first for my tiny little outport town at the time, albeit, a modest attempt at recreating the real thing, but hey, none of that mattered to any of us. Once the last few kids had finished ass fighting for that lonely seat in the front that was a bit too close,  we were handed the classic paper framed 3D glasses with the thin plastic lenses coloured in blue and red. Yup, we were all there ready and waiting, anxious for the lights to go down, gorging on delicious popcorn and soda. 

Turns out, that this movie was the very first time I had ever gone anywhere other than my own living room to watch a film and it was in 3D to boot. Looking back at it now, it makes me chuckle. The movie is actually pretty terrible, if you were to watch it now in 2019, you’d be guilty of taking about an hour and twenty minutes off your life. But, back in the summer of 1990, on a lazy Saturday afternoon sitting on the most uncomfortable wooden chair known to mankind littered with half-chewed gum stuck all along its bottom…it was the best thing ever.

Stop dwelling on the negatives of the past, life is way too short people. Pick a happy moment in your life and let it breathe again.


Journal Entry # 118 – Laughter is Medicine

black chimpanzee smiling

A day without laughter is a day wasted. – Charlie Chaplin

Journal Entry # 118 – The Depth of Love

silhouette photo of man leaning on heart shaped tree

The depth of the love of parents for their children cannot be measured. It is like no other relationship. It exceeds concern for life itself. The love of a parent for a child is continuous and transcends heartbreak and disappointment.  – James E. Faust

Journal Entry # 117 – Go-Ahead, Smile!

nature photography of river near trees

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy. – Thich Nhat Hanh

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