Today is a new painting, you are the brush, now go add some colour to your life. – Ash
Journal Entry # 232 – Let Me Give You A Little Background
Tag: mental health
Journal Entry # 231 – Advice To Pot You In Your Place
When life waves at you, you damn well better give it the time of day and wave back. Live for those moments, live in those moments. – Ash
Journal Entry # 230 – Don’t Allow Time to Drift Away
There are many moments in a day, but the important ones belong to me. – Ash
Am I Write? # 29 – Transcribe You’re Alive!
Writing is where I get the chance to add my sentence to the story of existence. – Ash
Journal Entry # 229 – Past Therapy
Living in the past is OK every now and again. To bask in the emotional comfort of a triggered memory. But do not live too long in the days gone by, because you’ll wind up missing the days that go by. – Ash
Earth to Ash Podcast Episode # 4 – It’s About Time!
Journal Entry # 228 – I Promised Myself That
Keeping promises to ourselves is just as important as keeping them to others. – Ash
A Shade of Ash # 17 – Loss Has An Impact
Losing someone in your life that is still out there is like falling continuously and never hitting the ground. But, all you can feel is the impact. – Ash
Am I Write? # 21 – If You Write It, They Will Read
Just because you think you can’t write does not make it so. – Ash
Days In Our Lives Together
I was with you for a while
every one of those moments I playback when I think of you
when my heart is calling out for yours to hear
your skin a shade of an angel
hair…I remember its smell tucked close under my chin
when you smiled the whole world became happy
and those eyes
they kept exploding my heart stretching it with love
you are the best thing that ever happened to me
a day that changed my life
so beautiful and full of hope…and my daughter
our bond and made up language only ours
will be forever
your laughter is what I hear the most, only it grows faint
those days I miss you so much it kills me a little bit more
reminds me how I am living with an empty heart
with a box full of memories
slowly losing what it feels like to have a pulse
as the pages of my mind bleed ink
disappearing the days of our lives together
all I have left are these words to keep going
