My middle name might as well be Goldilocks because I just want enough. A location between absent nothing and gilded indulgence. Locked in a bloody war between the has and the has not. A grey middle ground that is hard to spot. X marked directly on the location of satisfaction. A map that looks different…

She was not sure what possessed her to get the pitiful thing. It sat across her on a table: a mini Christmas tree. Or rather, a mini lemon dwarf cypress tree that had been sold as a small Christmas tree. It was rediculously small and the light weight as she carried it home spoke to…

She keeps a special place on her chest for friends and family. There is no point in hiding it away or displaying it on a sleeve. They will find it anyway for it belongs to more than her. An object meant to send to others. A priceless letter even if old fashioned. Treasured beyond measure…

I spy a wet road slick with rain. It does not matter where it goes in the silent night. All that matters is I know it leads to home. The warmth of an already made fire and comfort of a soft bed. A place I can truly rest. As long as I can keep my…

I have never been a fan of plain white walls. It just feels wrong. Acting as a main color when it should be an accent. Pretending to be something it is not. It is a stain that drowns instead of draws out. Total lack of inspiration. *** Where is the creativity? All I see is…

Draw in all life. Let it be yours. All that you need. Beauty along with balance. *** Controlled transition guided by the unblinking clock. *** Hold it in tightly. Never let it escape. You deserve the good. More than just survival. *** Never let go of what is important to you at the end of…

Please give me a solution. A bridge to cover the gap. A canyon too wide to chance a leap. I do not want to fail and fall. Not again. For that means certain death. *** I would rather the problem be one of translation or interpretation. Then I could meet you where you stand. Solve…

I dream of what I can not have. A flavor that dancing on my tongue like a wildfire. All the colors of the rainbow compressed into forbidden fruit. I can taste it now. A dream I do not always wake up from before the first bite. An itch that I want to scratch. *** That…

I wish I could peek. See what is beyond the blindfold. But what good would that be? I may be my right eye but you are my left. And for you it is the same but opposite sides. Seeing with one eye never sees the whole picture. *** We are double blind you and I.…

I know I am not at the top. This cannot be all there is. Some grand end design when I can rest. Shouting “I did it!” into the world with defiance. Obstacles overcome and conquered. True and final win. *** I am not at the top but I am higher than I used to be.…