My Heart in a Bottle

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Like a bottle in a vast ocean…I’m drifting
further and further from your beautiful shore, I float
my body breaking against violent waves
which pull me far far from the horizon
alone, I wade, no one around to hear me
for the longest days…the darkest of nights,

Oh, how I’ve prayed to be rescued
pulled ashore only by your hand
chipped and weathered
most of me empty,

nothing left but a note
two words I’ve carried with me for so long
hoping someday my message would reach you
fall from your lips and into your broken heart

I’m sorry

Journal Entry # 166 – It's Lonely Behind A Mask

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You deserve to rest. Even if only for a moment. Put down the weight you’re carrying. Let go of the need to keep it all together. Take off your warrior mask. For this moment, now … just breathe. – Jason Garner

Buffering – What's Next, Who's Next?

Hey peeps,

I thought it was necessary to give my awesome followers a fair warning that something’s coming. Something very overdue. So, my friends, later tonight or 100% tomorrow we will all get another glimpse into the world of The Red Journal. I have been hemming and hawing internally for too long creatively. It’s time for all of us to see who’s been doing all the killing in Jamestown and what Jamestown’s finest will do about it.

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Ashing Through The Snow

Hey everybody,

Well, looks like I/we have survived the mother of all storms, also known as…”Snowmageddon 2020″. Yup, Mother Nature and one of her biggest ass-kicking storms yet, brought upward to 70, 80, and over a 100 cms of snow. This definite storm of the century blew in last Friday and didn’t stop until sometime mid-Saturday. Gifting us with an unprecedented shit-ton of snow. Enough to turn your stomach each time you peer out the window. There has been a state of emergency in effect all week because we got so much. I do believe it’s to be lifted early tomorrow morning. It was that bad to initiate a full week of lockdown. I honestly think I have PTSD from it, in particular from the wind. The wind was the scariest part, I have never experienced high winds that strong before in my entire life. They got close to 200 kms/hr. The windows in the house looked as if they were breathing and every now and again, there was this eerie sound throughout the house like a boat was turning starboard or something. Pair that with the ludacris amount of snow that was constantly falling. Well…

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