I'm sitting in a coffee shop. I woke up at 5:30 am this morning and got on the 6:30 am bus. I sat on a quiet, dark bus and then stood in an almost-morning-rush-hour-but-not-just-yet- that- busy skytrain. I walked down the street at 7 am and watched as car headlights passed by. I could hear the sound of my heeled black ankle boots click and clack down the sidewalk as I crossed the streets. When the cars stopped at the red light, it was the sole sound on a silent fall morning.

My God is a God of grace, He turns His face unto me. He is the Great Gardener, Whilst I am only a lowly vessel filled with dirt. He...

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i recently did a free write for my forestry 150 class (hence the scholarly title hehe) and the prompt asked how i felt about...

i miss me. i miss who i used to be when i had time to make silly little rhymes that helped to release the sadness that i tend to bottle...