Posted in Creative Writing

Same Soul

I sometimes wonder
if we aren’t simply the same soul
wrapped in different bodies

Posted in Creative Writing


I gathered up my courage
like the old neon pink shoelaces
I used to tie in my hair
when I was thirteen and happier

and careless

At the bottom of a drawer,
they’d fade and gather dust.
You see, grown-ups don’t wear
shoelaces in their hair.

Grown-ups aren’t careless.

So, I gathered up my shoelaces
and strung them through my sneakers
because it takes courage
to walk in these shoes.

At the bottom of a drawer,
I left my cares to gather dust
and stepped through the front door
on a very long walk.

Posted in Thoughts

Why do I come back here?

It feels a little strange sitting here at my cluttered desk. I didn’t think I’d be doing this again. My fingers feel a little stiff and unsure putting these words together. It’s been three weeks but it feels as if it’s been months, years even since I’ve put together a coherent thought.

I keep cycling between wanting to keep writing and wanting to give it up. My mind is split in half. I don’t know which side is winning, but I’m here, writing this, so one side must have the upper hand right now.

What exactly keeps bringing me back here?

Posted in Thoughts

Creative output

It’s been over a week, I know. I had some things to think about.

I was thinking a lot about this space and what it means to me. I’ve always said that this blog was an outlet, a place to put my thoughts when they couldn’t go anywhere else. I’ve also said that I think it’s important to write even if you have nothing to say.

Maybe I was wrong about that last bit. If I’m being honest with you and with myself, I can’t be happy with the quality of writing I’ve been putting out. A lot of it has been forced because, for some reason, I felt compelled to post regularly. That was impractical on my part and it meant that I had little time for reflection and improvement. It became a matter of quantity over quality.

It got to a stage where I was just writing for the sake of writing. It wasn’t about creative output anymore – just output. There’s no enjoyment in that.

So, what to do? Well, I’m not sure yet. For now, I caution you not to expect too much. I have to rethink what I want to achieve as a writer. I have to think what I need to do to deserve that title.

I suppose anyone who has ever put a word to paper has had thoughts like these… followed by more thoughts and more questions than answers.