Snowfall

The first snowfall of the year is always an expected surprise in a northern climate. As unwelcome as they may be, flakes accumulate nonetheless. Brisk winds cut sharper than a knife, while a moonlit dust clings to the landscape.

I cover myself in fuzzy pants and flannels. Maybe it is the reduced layers of blubber, but something about Greece changed me.

It is not the cigar that brings me warmth, although the vanilla aroma is seductive. The everlasting glow of a memory keeps me company on this bittersweet October morning.

Reminiscing over lost history brings a reluctant smile to my face. A cold holiday night in Greece spent at a restaurant in Athens. The warmth of a family’s love. There I was in shorts as if I was warm…

Now this midwestern boy cannot even handle 34° F without fuzzy pants while wearing a red and black lumberjack. With the hat to match…Self help whiskey bourbon travel hopeless romantic heartbreak psychology

Chasing Myths

Chasing The Myth Known As Love Into The Sea Of Heartbreak And Loneliness

The soothing sound of waves crashing the shore surround me as the sea breeze keeps me dry. I should be sweating like a lover in this heat, but all I’m thinking about is the first taste of salt water that will kiss my lips soon. I can feel the perspiration beginning to form along my forehead as the sun roasts me like a Bic, but I’ve got all day and a life to kill.

I might as well get started

The water always feels frigid right as my feet fully submerge themselves into the suds along the shore. As I keep walking in, I begin to feel the chills shooting through my legs and up my spine right as the water begins applying the ice to my nuts. Yet, there is something so therapeutic in that moment when I stand still, hesitating, before launching my whole body into the wet unknown. Once I make the decision to disturb the rippling peace, I still close my eyes and hold my nose closed like a child before I roll myself into the water head first. Continue reading “Chasing Myths”

Soulstorm

Soulstorm therapeutic writing through the journey of thoughts, emotions and decisions.

I feel the warmth of the sun upon the back of my neck. The heat’s not unbearable while the wind keeps my shirt dry. I can feel the cold front moving in, I always can and not just in my bones.

The winds are changing and it’s not just the air that gave it away. The void only reminds me of the Continue reading “Soulstorm”

Welcome To Hell

Welcome To Hell Dark Confessional Depression and Loneliness of a Writer

Perhaps what makes writers so lonely is the endless wave of thoughts spinning tirelessly in their minds. It’s no secret falling in love with someone who possesses a creative mind has challenges. Like the curiosity of a cat, the imagination of a writer knows no limits.

From time to time these witty banter types attract the occasional friend or even romantic interest. It’s a tale as old as time itself Continue reading “Welcome To Hell”