31

It's the last day of the year and I feel nothing. My thoughts are empty and my feelings are ....free.

30

There are still times when I touch you and hold you in my mind. Taking comfort in your calm presence.

29

Told my friend how her life and choices inspires me. "Rica, how can you see poetry the mundane??" She cried.

29

Told my friend how her life and choices inspires me. "Rica, how can you see poetry the mundane??" She cried.

28

Woke up too early for work. I sat staring at the sunset, enjoying my coffee. Writing this in my mind.

27

I love holidays. I can stay up late and hear people at home snore. It's music to me. They're alive.

26

My brother is perfect at humoring my mom. I think I take things too seriously. I take family too seriously.

25

Mom wants me to move in, to watch over her. But I'm out of the house most of the time.

24

It's the day before Christmas, I still haven't had sleep. I feel this day will pass me by. Oh joy!

23

We didn't have a Christmas party this year. No funds. Company's tightening. Bonuses withheld. Yet here we are singing carols...

22

My brain went on vacation ahead of me. It no longer wishes to work. Oh no. Is this a breakdown?

21

Why do people keep secrets? Secrets are like thoughts. Sooner or later it comes out. Somebody always acts on it.

20

I let people make coffee for me. Brian's coffee is sweet, Billie's bitter, JD's watery, Marise's always a special blend.

19

Endings are strange beings. It's a celebrated and anticipated part of change. Can one mourn beginnings and rejoice at endings?