Stories from my Mind

Too Much, Too Little How much is too much? The beginning is always exciting when jumping in to a new potential relationship. The conversations, the connections, the sex; the stimulation is invigorating. Endorphins flowing, synapses bursting in excitement. Overjoyed is an understatement. The time you want to spend with them needs to be perfect if you want those feelings to continue, so you push yourself on to them; text after text, phone call after phone call, spending as much time together as physically possible. You feel comfortable, despite something bubbling underneath that you are unaware of. ... Your friend, your partner, feels overstimulated; pressured beyond belief. They don't know where to turn, how to end things without losing a friendship they thought they wanted. Do they want that friendship anymore? Confusion settles in. Do they want you? These thoughts formulate in the back of their mind, crawling their way to the forefront, doing whatever they can to protect you from ...

The Road to Where? Suggested by: Nicole Aleece  (Based on a text message conversation we had one night) I'd spent a lot of time when I was younger writing stories, scribbling words in a notebook I have since lost or thrown away, about these misfit characters going on these grand adventures in search of something. The specifics of what they were looking for are not important, yet the idea for the stories were always intriguing to me. Why I was obsessed with writing these stories, I have no idea. I wasn't necessarily a kid that was interested in watching those kinds of movies (or really anything other than sports, to be honest), so I'm not sure where these impulses derived from. Those stories too, I feel, were something deeper than most thoughts that were running through a lot of kids' brains at the cusp of puberty, though I didn't realize it at the time. Most, if not all, of the stories were about trying to find happiness/ Again, the specific "thing" the ch...

Photograph Suggested By: Elizabeth (follow her blog at adropinthecloud.blogspot.com) A flash in you eyes. Blindness takes over and your eyesight slowly fades back into view. In reality, that blindness has always been in place; starting small at first with blinders keeping you focused straight ahead, becoming ignorant to your surroundings. You begin to believe that what you wanted only sat straight ahead, making you ignorant to your surroundings. Slowly, over time, your eyes glaze over when something new passes in front of you, like shades have been lowered closed, hiding your soul from the outside world.   All it took was one flash to change your perspective; a quick moment of passing in your lie. Memories that now are framed for eternity, hanging in the back of your mind, nailed to the walls of your heart. Memories too easily accessible in the photo albums that refuse to gather dust on the shelves of your former lives, somehow always making the trip with you as you move to an...