Exploration of the self through short stories, poetry and photography.
The plain blue box
That sits in the back of my drawer
The hinges stiff with age
It’s edges worn and gold trim faded
It even smells old
The inner fabric still scented
With hints of old perfume and lotions
Imprinted within its satin lining
A familiar smell that brings me back
To childhood memories and easier times
And for one moment
I feel my youth again
Weird. It’s a term that’s often used by people to describe something they don’t understand. It’s just a word when you think about it, and it’s true meaning is to be of extraordinary character, to be magical. I used to get upset being called weird until I really started thinking about what that meant. And then I started welcoming it; I started taking it as a compliment. I love being weird because it means I get to be myself. And no one word can take that away from anyone.
Being called weird simply means you don’t conform to the standards of the status quo. They can’t put a label on you, and it confuses the hell out of them. They’ll listen to your music, they’ll buy your art, but the interest is almost always superficial. Some people are jealous of the magic you possess. And they get frustrated because they can’t take it away from you. It’s a beautiful gift, given to a select few.
So, hell yeah, we’re weird! We are the nonconformists; beautifully unique and we are the ones who bring the colour into this world. We operate at a higher level of consciousness that conformists will never understand. So, celebrate your weirdness! Your individuality! Let that freak flag fly baby! Be proud of who you are because who the hell wants to be anyone else?!
Friends.
Always there for each other through the good and the bad.
Reliable, honest, understanding and accepting.
A true friend will stick around even if you unintentionally hurt them.
Because they know things aren’t always perfect, and life is harder for some.
And for the some it’s harder for, you can’t turn your back on them.
They’re the ones who need you the most.
Even if they push you away, a true friend will always remain.
It’s not always easy being a friend.
That’s why only the good ones stick around.
The friends you can lean on, confide in and trust in every way.
The ones who will always have your back, even when you’re not looking.
Picking up pieces that fall away from you.
Helping you carry the load, sharing your burdens, your struggles.
Sometimes just being there.
Good friends.
We all need to be accepted; we all need our tribe.
It’s what helps some of us get through the day and the night.
Whether near or far, they’re always there, never leaving.
Remember, only the good ones stick around.
The ones who prove their loyalty, their trust, their love.
Without uttering a single word.
Because they know life is harder for some.
They’ll never turn their back on a friend in need.
In the middle of the day or in the middle of the night.
Picking up the pieces as they fall away from you.
Helping you sort through the obstacles of life.
The truest friend will never leave you, never walk away.
Even if the push you away, a true friend will always remain.
SUBURBAN CABIN FEVER 