Humanity
Why am I here?
Somewhere between here and there, I lost my drive, my creativity to write on here on Vocal. I thought about it many times. But there simply was nothing that I truly wanted to write about. So, I decided that I am going to write about not wanting to write.
By Melanie Sorockti5 years ago in Confessions
WHEN I LOOK BACK AT THE PAST
When I look back at the past I see a young man full of dreams, full of the will to fight to achieve what he dreamed of thinking that life was easy, that you just have to go after it and you can do it, but it's not quite like that, I think we all have that funny feeling of ourselves when we remember how we used to feel when we thought about our dreams, how easy the dream and the plans for the future were on paper, but not in practice.
By Dalmy Alves5 years ago in Confessions
AYO that’s funny, TIME is just a concept. 8/12
I’m on tinder right, just looking through old shit and I think that app got the dates fucked up my boy, let's do some backtracking, matched in September became official in October. Dated until January, fucked around and she was cheating the whole time? Interesting.
By Bryce Cousins5 years ago in Confessions
Down The Rabbit Hole
Anxiety. A small word with a huge impact. I am going to give you a tiny glimpse into my over active thinking. This takes place all day, every day. Internally I argue with myself non stop, it's exhausting. It's not that I have voices in my head as such, it's more that I have two thought processes that run simultaneously, my 'Rational Brain' and my 'Irrational Brain' …and they really don't get on at all!
By Louise5 years ago in Confessions
Origami
Origami It was a blustery, snow filled night, as Monique made her way across the hotel lobby to turn down some of the lights. She did not like the dark, never had, due to all the many power outages during childhood from tornado threats. She was an easy-going sleeper, though and could fall asleep at the drop of a hat.
By Michele Montague Witte5 years ago in Confessions
STOP ONE
- I hate you! She roared Three words only. Three simple words. And yet, they will ring bells in my head, the remnant of my silent life. I will always feel the pain, the disgust, the hatred those three words were enrobed with, especially because they came from the loved one. Many times, I returned to the Lake where they were spewed at me. I was not holding onto old memories. The bitter truth is, I couldn’t just let the grief go. It was the only pillar that remains after the flood crawled under the bridge. That Lake was the only witness of our love on the first sight, and remains the privileged taleteller of its demise. To it, I could bargain my shameful tears without shame. As an old confidante, it will blow solace to my chagrin using its waves, the wind, and birds chirping in a theatrical harmony.
By K.O.D5 years ago in Confessions
