Day 4: Celestial

How wonderful is it to look up at the night time sky after the winds blow away the dust and debris lingering in the air? To see the full beauty of each glittering star in the sky?

How humbling is it to gaze upon these beings eons older than anyone alive and realize how small you truly are, yet still feel like a piece of a greater cosmic puzzle?

Most importantly, how does it feel to have a connection with an unknown someone, who has either admired or wished upon the same lights that you yourself may be looking toward?

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Day 3: A Last, Perfect Moment

Before her gaze, the autumn leaves danced in the breeze and seemed to sing with every rolling patch of sunlight that graced them.

“I never really took time to really admire the basic beauty of this,” Dianne murmured in absorbed awe, “but I guess what better time than before something potentially life-changing, right?”

Fayeth sighed, a result of releasing her own stress and unsure of how to reply in the golden moment. Finally, she stepped over and embraced her sibling, the draft letter still clutched between the two.

“Whatever you decide, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

Day 2: Focus

“Up! Down! Up! Down! Up! Down!”

The ever changing cadence of chants seemed to be on a loop as Kelly and the rest of her group struggled through half-assed pushups. Sure, the three mile run beforehand had been a breeze, but now everyone’s favorite exercise had replaced the freedom of the sprint.

She mentally cursed herself for thinking that a sausage bun for lunch wasn’t going to make it’s way back upstream at this point. Breathing out with a groan, Kelly resolved to see the floppy pushups through to the end.

Puke and cry afterwards, she thought whilst sweating. Afterwards.

A Forbidden Fruit

Falling in love with her was like eating of Eden’s forbidden fruit. Such raw and impossibly perfect beauty was already salacious to the eye and imagination, but to taste it firsthand brought a new wave of elements for the senses to get caught surfing through–it was new, it was awe-inspiring, and it was exhilarating.

Once that sensation faded, though, and the tidal wave descended back into the endless ocean, the feeling had been washed away. New knowledge and memories were gained, but the high from the surf was gone, and, with it, the wonder existing before the fruit was tasted.

 

(note: I realize that I have been gone for an abysmal amount of time–personal stuff in addition to writer’s block can be a doozy. I want to update more often on this thing, and am staring by challenging myself to write 100 word short subjects for 30 days as both an outlet for myself and to hone my writing skills. Feel free to critique, make suggestions, or anything of the like. Glad I can be back!)

Need writing prompts! Help!

Hey readers! Lately, I have been using writing as an outlet for therapy and creativity, and have found that this has been really beneficial–especially when I seek to have my work published. Over the past month or so, I have been trying to come up with ideas for short stories, but have caught myself in a rut or a writer’s block as a result. So if you’re reading this and have a good promt for a possible piece, please leave a comment!

Into the Shadow

A Plague

Has found me,

My body and spirit

Slowly slumbering

To its quiet lull.

In my prayerful mind,

A void is unlocked,

Where the thing has made

Its domain.

A small sliver of light

Dances behind me,

Illuminating the abyss

But also a road

To follow its still, small voice.

Ultimately,

I choose the small sliver of light

Over defeating the monster,

For I do not desire eternal imprisonment

For defeating the monster.

Over its existing influence,

The light’s voice beckons onward

To a better salvation.

Public Service Announcement: Anxiety and Depression

For a while, I have been debating whether or not posting this or even writing this was a half-decent idea, as I myself have dealt with this in the past. However, after a couple of recent episodes, I feel that this isn’t something that I can hold back anymore. Therefore, I have put the following into writing not only to work through my feelings, but, also, to hopefully reach out to a soul who might need this. Critiques are welcome, but please keep them civil.

Having one or both of these sucks. It’s not something to brag about or to make light of under any circumstance. Anyone who has this can tell you what it’s like to feel a sense of calm one minute, going about their day in a carefree manner until they encounter something or their mind drifts off to something that triggers an inner mechanism–and then, all of a sudden, a descent into a fatalistic worry ensues, and the world may as well be ending in the eye of the victim. Or one may find themselves drowning in a sea of their own feelings of worthlessness and apathy–they see themselves as a blight on the Mona Lisa, so to speak, and feel that they don’t belong among their family or peers. Or anger that they feel will manifest itself in a pent-up, volatile outburst at seemingly nothing. Some moments you feel like you’re on top of the world and ready to let yourself shine, and others make you want to fade into the canvas so that life can go on without hesitation. And no one could even tell from a Facebook or Instagram photo that your mind was drifting into dark terrain in the days leading up to the taken photo or the days since.

Many are afraid of coming forward with their personal issues and illnesses because of the backlash that they fear they will receive: you’re sweating the small stuff, quit feeling sorry for yourself, other people have it worse than you so quit whining, or it’s not the end of the world. The list goes on, but these are examples of the kinds of things those that suffer fear to hear, as if it’s a confirmation that they aren’t allowed to feel the sinister things that haunt them regularly. As everyone is a unique individual in one way or another, so also do those that live with anxiety or depression receive a different effect of the mental illness(es) as well as respond to it in a unique way or form. Studies and findings about the most common signs of anxiety and depression are abundant all over the world wide web, yet many still respond to these things as if it were the same thing as a person who chronically complains about a frivolous matter of work or a person who throws a temper tantrum if they’re accused of stealing something from another.

Anxiety and depression aren’t easy to live with, and it isn’t always an easy task to get out of bed everyday and put on a happy mask to entertain the masses. Heck, sometimes it can be hard to find the willpower to leave the room, whether it is out of fear or despair. We as individuals need to make more time to understand the individual and why they feel the way that they do, and at least be there to listen without making an excuse for judgment if not have a solution to the problem altogether. The less likely those struggling will encounter the stigma, the more comfortable they’ll feel about opening up or coming out of the “mental illness” closet, as some would argue, and thus making greater the road to help and possible treatment. There are people who are already willing to help the stricken crowd (and some may be suffering themselves), so we need to show that we are willing to listen and nurture the mind and spirit in the best way we can.

To those who are suffering from these illnesses or something akin to it, know this: you are not alone in your suffering. You are loved more than you realize. You are worth more than you realize. Whatever plagues you does not define you. Reach out to others for help, especially those who love and care for you–or reach out to those who are also under the same cloud, so that they can work through their emotions easier. Face the day knowing that the sun will still rise. Much love to you all.