Sometimes we just need a lazy, rainy day to lay on thecouchTV blaring in the backgroundraindrops clinging to windowscreating bubbled artwork across glass canvasesPelting downrhythmic drippingheart beat aligningwaves of calmfloating upheavy limbsDormant for a daywhile it is allwashed awayUntil the sundecides to conquer the cloudsonce again
My favorite time of day is when the sun decides to paint the sky. Water colors splashed across the horizon in the evening glow. An homage to the day. A final, glorious farewell before allowing the moon to take its place...
I wish more people would live life. There’s that quote by Oscar Wilde: “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”Those are some of the truest words I’ve ever heardWe often lose sight of ourselvesin this life We neglect the things that bring happinessDays filled with performing the... Continue Reading →
Some days I wake up and feel like I’m doing it all wrong. My brain spirals, a journeydown a drain of negative thoughts I beat myself up from the inside outblows flying thoughts clutteredThe life I was content with yesterdaysuddenly no longer good enough todayBurrowing into every minuscule detailpicking apart every aspect Negative thoughts like... Continue Reading →
There are days that I stare out my windowinto the pale blue of the skytrees dancing on the skylinewondering what the hell I'm doing...My mind digging up decisionsplaying on the screen of my mind like a slideshowquestioning my actions, drawing up different scenariosallowing myself to contemplate if these different endingswould change my pathPerhaps leading me... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I drown in "what ifs"they crash over mepummeling like wavesleaving me heaving for airsalt stinging open woundsSometimes, I let thempull me outinto the riptidedrag me to the pastfloat there awhilea sea of different endingsall leading to a loss of airall resulting in megasping on the ocean floor
My plants know me better than anyonesentient beingshanging on the wall witnessing my lifebehind closed doorsan intimate connection...observing each other's growth.
Sundays are my favorite day of the weekIt is the day of restthe day of resetIt's the one day of the week I allow myself to sleep inno alarms blaring at 6amno need to jump out of bed and get readyinstead, a slow morningfilled with coffee, TV, reading and cuddles with the dogsa day of... Continue Reading →
K.J Stafford 