Raw and scar covered fingers reach for honey soaked chamomile and in my tenderness, this night feels more clear than those of recent days. Warm air steadily brushes my tired arms and subtly tickles my nose and I find the breath I’ve been holding in. 910 more words
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Sometime I just don’t get it…sometimes I just stop and wonder why I’m not happier.
I genuinely enjoy my life for countless reasons I am aware of and most likely even more that I am not aware of, so why is it that I often times find myself unhappy with my current situation? 851 more words
My seasons change, unlike nature’s season, without warning and before I know it, past-times are gone and I find myself standing in a new place. I have learned that I don’t usually realize I’m in a new season until I vocalize my observation of the changes around me…and then it clicks. 1,136 more words