Brainshambles

Another re-post. Sue me!

I know I’ve posted this one before, maybe a few years ago. But it’s my go-to moody violin-pop-mashup. Watch, and try to tell me your little heart doesn’t go “pitter patter”. Really, maybe I should just go to bed!

My grandmother passed away early yesterday morning. I keep thinking about this thing she used to do to me when I was little and spending the night over her house. I’ve always had trouble sleeping, but I don’t think she knew that at the time. Each night I slept over (which was often), she’d turn [...]

My mind is like a heavy hand Always making more of what really happened A critical imagination always working over time Maybe this is what the world will see A tiny little version of the tallest tree An optical illusion of the human mind Posing as a real life I never had my mind made [...]

Oscar Wilde said “women are made to be loved, not understood.” That reads quite lovely on first glance but in all honesty, most days I want both. I often wonder how women of my breed get over this insatiable quest?

Guilt is an interesting emotion. Sometimes it creeps up on you when you least expect it, other times it can be conjured on demand. I should write more. I should eat, sleep and breathe more. I should definitely make more time to nurture the little corners of my psyche that fuel passionate outbursts. Time, there [...]

“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.” -Marilyn [...]

Winter is coming. Nature always wins.

This morning I awake wearing more hats, possessing more names and labels than ever before. Among them, I am a mother. A wife. A daughter. An artist. I have many roles to fill. Many mouths to feed, and many souls to warm. But to satisfy all others, I must protect and nurture myself. And with [...]

Dark, foggy minutes turn into cloudy hours and days. An accumulation of uncertainty and delicate balancing acts start to build on top of an already overpopulated brain[shambles]. Hold fast, girl. Stay true, girl. Stay true. You can push through. Always do, don’t know how, no reason to question. In the dream…in the end, everyone will [...]