I CANNOT believe I’ve made it one month without a puff of a cigarette. This week I can definitely say I’ve turned a corner. I finally feel proud of myself. Four weeks, cold turkey, and not one puff. I am in serious disbelief. I feel empowered, I feel energized and I feel like the pain… Continue reading 1 Month Nicotine Free!
From “Love Medley”… “You see, I want that… I want that my friends think I’m crazy kind of love. That reckless kind of love. That wake up early, make you breakfast kind of love. That crack open my life and say look, you gotta see this kind of love. Forget the shallow stuff, I want… Continue reading Another Rudy Francisco Exerpt
Sometimes you just got to get away. Sometimes I need a break from the traffic lights and 24 hour convenience that makes up Long Island. The Perseid meteor shower is this weekend, so my boyfriend and I are going to take a drive up to Cooperstown, NY. We saw the meteor shower driving to the… Continue reading Cooperstown and Perseids
You shall love whether you like it or not. Emotions, they come and go like clouds. Love is not only a feeling; you shall love. To love is to run the risk of failure, the risk of betrayal. You fear your love has died; perhaps it is waiting to be transformed into something higher. Awaken… Continue reading This has been staying with me.
I wanted to post an update on quitting smoking. Today is week 3. On the good side of the spectrum, my skin is clearing up, my general cravings have left and my teeth and eyes are whitening. My general level of anxiety has gone down a notch and I have less guilt about consciously killing… Continue reading 3 Weeks Nicotine Free – UGH
…and I can’t help but tell the world. I came across one of his poems on YouTube and I was hooked. It’s not only the stories he is telling or his syntax, but the belief he puts behind each word. “My hobbies include editing my life story, hiding behind metaphors, and trying to convince my… Continue reading I’m falling in love with Rudy Francisco
Chapter I I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost… I am hopeless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. Chapter II I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I… Continue reading Autobiography in 5 Short Chapters