I can’t sleep.
Everything’s so quiet and calm at midnight.
I close my eyes. I can hear almost everything.
The humming of the fan.
The falling waterdrops outside our window.
The ticking of the clock.
Still, I can’t seem to relax.
Millions of ideas keep running in my head.
Each one of them fighting for my attention.
Some good, others destructive.
I close my eyes again,
Trying to shift my focus to the calming sounds in my room.
Everything is at peace, why can’t my mind be at peace, too?
I thought this was perfect for the Creative Corner Edition no.7 writing prompts of Diana C. “| I thought I was safe in the arms of nightfall |” so I thought I’d publish it now. I haven’t published anything in a while so I hope I’m still welcome here. Until next time! ❤
Changing my point of view
I feel like I’m changing.
I don’t know exactly what but I feel it.
Is it my hair?
Is it my eyes?
Or maybe it’s the way I talk?
I’m not the same person I was before.
Is this a good thing? I hope so.
I cut off strings that were not good for my mental health.
I started to appreciate the little things I have in my life.
I made mistakes but it made me wiser.
We don’t have to physically see changes in the mirror
to know we’ve grown or we’ve changed.
And growth is always beautiful.
Songs to either breakdown or breakdance. You decide.
A fun song with sad or sometimes even dark lyrics. It’s like hiding the pain from the catchy and happy beats. These are some of the songs that I know will make you dance (or at least bop your head) and cry…
I finally learned to acknowledge my feelings.
“ Honesty is often very hard. The truth is often painful. But the freedom it can bring is worth the trying. ” — Fred Rogers
What do you do when you experience conflict? Do you bottle up your feelings and hope that it…
A fairytale-like love story.
He was once the perfect guy.
The guy who wrote poems and songs just for her.
The guy who knew how to make her smile with his “oh-so-pretty” words.
The guy who she first held hands with while watching the sunset.
The guy who loved it when she laughs because she was his happiness.
The guy who twirled her like a princess in the mall.
The guy who taught her how to be fearless and widen her horizon.
The guy who made it possible to be mean but sweet at the same time.
Now it seems like it was all just another wonderful fairytale-like dream and she had to wake up.
This is my entry for The Riff’s writing challenge: Tell Us About Your Favorite Live Shows. I know it’s a little late and I know it will probably be a little different but I hope you’ll still take the time to read my story.
Back in college I was never…
They seem to always have a special place in our hearts, right?
I have always loved music ever since I was a child. …
You make me smile.
[Coffee makes me happy, too]
I can stay up all night and not get sleepy when I talk to you.
[Just like when I drink my favorite cup of coffee]
You bring out my happy, energetic, fangirl side.
[Guess what, coffee gets me hyped, too]
Thank you for always being there for me!
Writer’s block. Every. writer’s. worst. nightmare.
*sips coffee* …
*stares at the clock* …
*looks at the blinking cursor on the laptop* …
As a fellow writer, we’ve all been there before, that feeling of dreadfulness that swallows up our body as we stare at our computer hoping for the…