Humanity
I'm not going to Hell. And I'm not fat.
Religion: an industry that brought great peace to those dying in their 30s in the Middle Ages. Doctors: medically intrigued and monetarily-driven professionals who brought little comfort or usefulness to those dying in their 30s in the Middle Ages.
By B. Pratt4 years ago in Confessions
Unbecoming
They say love makes you crazy. I can believe that. The thought of losing myself terrified me. It had happened once before, in my twenties and put me off getting involved with anyone again. Then my thirties hit and before I knew it, I had sleepwalked into hell.
By JoJoBonetto4 years ago in Confessions
The Dichotomy of Love
Sometimes I feel that living life is exhasusting. The majority of nights during the week that I look forward to daylight ceasing, and bedtime approaching, is concerning to say the least. I ignore it though. I ignore the blatant shift that is happening in my life. I've been reverting to memories of my past more than daydreaming of my future. I feel nostalgic more than I feel hopeful. I hold in waves of despair and oceans of tears that linger in my body, swelling, with the innate potential of a forceful cascade of salt water behind my eyes. I agree with others to keep the peace. I scoff at romance. I fear that I have lost myself. I can't afford to do that.
By Lauren 4 years ago in Confessions
Between America
What a perverse period of my life. And now there is too much to think about, I’ll never get it done. I’m talking about that time between childhood and adolescence. I can’t imagine I’ll ever again have problems like I did then, but my father probably thought that too.
By Rajiv Sinha4 years ago in Confessions
The End?
April awakened to the incessant buzzing of her cell phone that lay on her nightstand. The bright light of the screen hurt her eyes as she strained to see who was calling her so late. Hello? What time is it, and this it better be good she said. There was no voice of the other end at first just the crackle of static over dead air. Like you used to hear before cell phones. She was about to hang up when she heard a man's voice speaking. April is that you? This is Bob Court, do you remember me? Of course, I do she said. Why are you calling me? It's been what, 37 years and now you call me out of the blue and wake me up? I guess I should be pleasant and ask how you're doing but frankly I'm more confused than anything. What do you want? I'm sorry April and you're right to be angry for getting woken up. I'm not quite sure what time it is. Not too late though, I don't think. I'm honestly not sure what possessed me to call you, other than I really felt like I owed you an apology for what had happened. Huh? What happened? April asked. That weekend back in 1981 when you wanted to come over and I wouldn't let you. I had met a quick fling and obviously didn't want to say anything to you about it. We spent the weekend together, but it meant nothing to me. Unfortunately, though it ended things for us, and I always felt guilty of that. You seemed to get over quite quickly though. I don't think it was two weeks before I was calling you and you wanted nothing to do with me. Found someone new very quickly and it hurt me a lot, but I know I had it coming. I realized how much I must have hurt you and I always felt guilty about that! So then after 30 some odd years you call me to alleviate your guilty feelings, Bob? Well, honestly, I really don't remember it as well as you seem to. So, let's just say then that it was obviously not a big deal, I absolve you of all your guilt. Thank you for calling, now can I go back to sleep? Yes, April thank you and again I apologize for everything. No worries Bob talk to you in another thirty years, click... The phone went dead.
By ADAM GOLDSMITH4 years ago in Confessions
I can see clearly
Am wearing glasses which I never used to never wanted to, they steam up when I wear a mask to cover my nose and mouth, this Covid has caused chaos in the eyes of us spectacle wearers. Today I am on way for an eye test after experiencing little floaters which to my eyes resemble tiny winged insects. I thought I was having an apocalyptic experience right in front of my very eyes.
By Karen Eyo4 years ago in Confessions
Finding Her
“Where are you going?!”, I scream in agony. I don't understand where she could possibly be going at this moment; it is very dark. I’ve told her many times that if she dares walk out that door there is no turning back, but this time she didn’t hear my cries or contemplate the fear in my voice. She chose to flee; I was so used to her freezing, fighting, or fawning. She chose that wretched path of gloom, shadows, ghosts, and cold greetings. I promised that I would not follow her down that path; I just won’t do it; I know better! I was taught that roads diverge and the one less traveled dries up like a raisin. Dried up roads turn to dust and fill your lungs with false hope. There is no bliss in watering old roots. Remaining in ignorance is what I’m supposed to do; I must obey the ways of my people. I won’t even look in that direction because there can’t possibly be any hope in places that no one has ever conquered. Sure, I felt the déjà vu; my elders have been here before too, but why break tradition?
By Brenda K Russell-Diaz4 years ago in Confessions
Homeless
Through the process of creating the life I want by becoming who I have envisioned, believed, & aspired to be. I have seen the days that I wouldn’t have thought to be memories. Looking back from times, closer to then, than now I blamed myself for every circumstance. I made the choice to pursue my own path.
By AvRage Everything 4 years ago in Confessions
