I am so empty inside. I make-believe and imagine the dragonflies have filled my empty arms of darkness with light.

Memories hit me as if lightning had struck my chest.

Usually, I am lost in my mind because of uncertainties from not knowing what the next nanosecond will hold. However, I do what I do best. I keep it moving, hoping and wishing for better days.

I found myself standing still, waiting for the last grain of sand in the hourglass to make its final landing. I wouldn’t think a grain of sand could change my life, but it did because my time ran out for that particular season.

They failed to realize my life was bitter, cutthroat, and fucking sour. I have never been spared grace or mercy. I knew my life purpose was for me to be in pain every second of my life.

I think kindness is a beautiful thing.

I can’t help but think that I’ve been chasing happiness all my life, but it keeps running away from me.

My life has been full of curves. For once, I want to walk in a straight line; that way, at least I know what is ahead of me. The curves have played with my mind to the point I believe there is no such thing as a two-way street. My life has always consisted of a one-way street. I call it the road less traveled.

It is always raining in my life, and the yellow dandelion is the sun.