The struggle lies in hurting where my heart should be. Instead, it’s a hollow eminanting feeling that leads me to wondering where it is originating from. Its been a long time. Empty, nice to have you back. Or is that Failure? I’m all too familiar with both to effectively differentiate between either.
In the gym, my gender bias conscious commands “man up” and my androgynous subconscious replies “hey girl” in a deep rally cry!
How do you feel this moment? How about if I told you that right at this moment someone’s being raped, someone loved one died alone, a parent found out her child has stage 4 cancer, a lonely woman in the town over is Continue reading
People tell me I have a great body, but dont realize it’s partially a product of my perceived inadequacies.
We fought against so many odds, and overcame them all, yet, at present, what do we have to show for it? nothing.
Someday, I’d like to play a rhythm on my violin so honest that it matches the beat of my heart.
Compared to brass instruments, I really enjoy the violin. It’ll probably sound corny but I hope to someday “play a rhythm so honest that matches the beat of my heart”. Just the way the strings boldly and solemnly vibrate was enough to get me hooked. Btw, its so much easier, in my opinion. The notes advance with each string and following finger placement… Unlike a guitar which is just every which way lol
My cat is dying and yet I only have time to focus on my studies. What will I do tomorrow when I receive the “call” from the hospital before my exam? Take a deep breathe, and enter the classroom.
Ephemeral Notions 