#one sentence journal

[justinneedstoshutup]

This time... I'll be me, and you'll be you. We won't touch like before, we'll just exist side by side.

My Honest Words

[angelakao]

What happens when you see a house you love but it’s like 10x what you can afford

[angelakao]

You told yourself to listen more and talk less.

[angelakao]

Did you really live a life with no regrets

[salkort]

30052016

Think about the expression "out of the blue," meaning like "it came from nowhere." We think of blue subconsciously as the nonentity from where things emerge, come into existence. Not black of dark or white of light, but blue, the colour of sky and sea. We are so heart-bound to our blue planet, so blue ourselves.

[salkort]

It's Sunday Morning

I walk into the woods where the haze of dawn has not yet bowed to the fervor of spring Muddy shoes and stepping stones It's quiet enough up here on the hill in the woods where I learned to see It's squirrel and bunting and who-else out there steal only a whiff offer the only song you know to sing They leave no room for doubt not between the trees not where the sun escapes through leaves that I belong here— It's like I never left— in this place that grew my eyes wide. It's Sunday morning and I walk into the town, where the cloud of chill has not yet receded, so it's cotton-ball breath and fingers swathed in sleeves It's quiet enough down here on the street of the village where I spent my kid summers It's Howard and Marie and who-else out here take nothing but a glance offer naught but a nod Make no question that I'm a part of things in this place where I grew tall. It's Sunday morning I walk into the world And still the hum of life rings to me from the simple present Hark! Are you not astounded to live in a world that beckons you yes you? A place you would get up early for just to spend another minute in the thick of things? It is work to get up and let yourself belong to go out and be a part of things Nothing is free even feeling, my love. It's Sunday morning and I walk into the world and it's all still there.

[salkort]

14052016

every time a hope fails you, a small piece of you is taken away that cannot be gotten back.

[salkort]

17022015

You close your eyes and pray and think, "Maybe it is just silence after all." And then you start to hear the snow touch the earth, the green push through. It's quiet.