30

How does it feel to exist in silence? To walk through a busy crowd unnoticed? To live unheard, unseen, unknown.

29

I missed a day in reflection. What happened?! Feels odd to know time passed and not know where it went.

28

I should've been warned, one of the signs of "growing up" is treating holidays as time to get housework done.

27

Watching how the house gets cleaned in hours and messed up in minutes. Yes, housework is an endless task.

25

Hate the fact I have to end each day in sleep, yet regret that having to wake to start one.

24

How much can a relationship change you? How many times have you looked back and dreaded what you've become? Frightening.

23

If only thoughts could be heard - mine would be the loving quietness that sings you to sleep each night.

22

Never again!

The words were everywhere as we remembered Martial Law. Militarization. Oppression. Persecution. Authoritarian corruption. Fear.

It's still alive.

21

You will always remember each conversation you have with God. For it is a message heard from your own heart.

20

I checked Google and was surprised. Uranus and Jupiter were aligned, mirroring Venus on the opposite side of the sky.

19

My Mondays start on Sunday evenings. Everybody's fast asleep. I'm wonderfully alone. My mind starts humming and the spirit sings...

18

"They won't let us go you know," my son said as he looked around the house. "Yes." I said knowingly.

17

There's an interesting similarity between being drunk and being sick. You don't control anything -even if you think you do.

16

I hate being sick. Everything slows down to the rhythm of your heartbeat till it stops. Your feelings... your thoughts...

15

There are just so many hours in one day. Some stretch longer than others. Some, I just sleep it away.

14

Quietly, softly, lovingly... I visit, bless and touch the people I love. Some stir. Some answer back with equal measure.

13

I feel the flu. I let it run its course. After taking meds, I felt myself ALLOW it to happen.

12

How important is it for you to have somebody who "knows" you? Everything you strive to hide from everyone?

11

I walk through a sleeping house and its silence fills me. The darkness consumes me. I am blessed with Knowing.

10

Sometimes I wish I had money to take care of everybody. My son's sick. Am glad am here for him.

9

Importance is a state of mind, just as insecurity is. One creates you, the other destroys you. Willingly. Deeply. Completely.

8

Mother never fails to remind me that I am "underachieving". I could be somebody great. But... I AM already "Great".

7

Sometimes when I come across what I've done, I'd marvel at the energy and thought that created such beautiful piece.

6

When I'm angry, I sit back and keep quiet. I rant, I cry within the walls of my mind.

5

The stillness of the night catches me at 3am as I do the laundry. I have missed you, my friend.

4

It isn't difficult to write with utter concentration and then command images to flow from the imagination? Drives me insane.

3

Image after image pours out of my mind. All I see are lines, lines, lines! People, objects, movements... in lines!

2

My mind's exploding with words. It screams in its own chaotic silence. A thousand quiet voices chattering in two languages.

1

Oh the beauty of emptiness.
What it might be.
Could be.
What might have been.
Still be
Possibilities.
Waiting.
Promising.