Diana Is Typing...

Out There, there are pillowed songs that sing silent melodies, oceans filled with glowing things. Trees that speak but don’t listen, mountains only as far as my eyes can see. Wild creatures with horns that grow from their toes, entities whose tusks curl beneath their noses and sprout from their heads. Folk with wings that glisten, eyes that won’t wink. Out there, the world doesn’t speak in…

I am my own spinning planet:

independent, yet completely surrounded by other members of the galaxy.

Incendiary, yet completely submerged in the inky black

Stationary, yet idly twirling on an axis perpendicular to my terrestrial peers.

I am my own spinning planet, and yet, I have not yet begun to spin.

Hi friends, it’s once again been a while. I’m not really sure where I’m going to go with this post, so feel free to rage (silently, in your head preferably) about how scatter-brained my posts are. Okay, let’s start with an update… I started a new job — someone pop the confetti! It’s been an incredible blessing, and one that I’m extremely grateful for. I know it’s strange to say, but it’s…

Hi everyone, I hope you’re all having a fantastic Sunday! Okay, I’m going to attempt to jump right into this one… Bear with me, because “jumping right in” never seems to work for my million-miles-a-minute brain! I think that everyone deals with writer’s block at some point. Whether you’re a professional, no-kidding writer with contracts and books waiting to be published, or you’re just an…

It’s been a while. To be honest, I’m not even sure how to start this. Right now, there are so many emotions running through me that all I can think about is getting my fingers working across a keyboard and letting them tell me what they want me to hear. So, I apologize in advance for the ramble, but I guess my hands have a lot to say. I’d like to start this off by saying that recently I’ve…

Maybe.

Well, maybe that’s not entirely true.

Maybe what you’ve done to me has changed some integral part of my being, and perhaps I am no longer who I once was.

Maybe what I’ve done to you has summoned some being into existence, replaced you with someone else.

Maybe this push and pull of opposite is just too opposing.

Maybe we’ve cracked our field of magnetic force.

Maybe we’ll never be attracted no matter how forcefully we collide.

Maybe.

Maybe it’s you, not me.

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I’m going to level with you… I’m in such a strange headspace right now. Between the power steering going out on my car, the financial burden of acquiring a new one, full-time in college, a shitty part-time job, the current economy, my laptop lagging because I have little to no space left, and my overall state of being, I’m tired. But I’m not tired in the sense that I have no energy. Rather,…

I’m anxious, and I don’t know what to write. These days, the world feels as if it’s spinning around me at a million miles per second, like I’m trapped within the grasp of the speed of light. I can’t make sense of what’s coming or going, and I certainly can’t see where I’m headed. I’m frustrated with my heart, my mind. Even my lungs lately feel as if they’re so forced full of air, I couldn’t…

I’m anxious, and I don’t know what to write.

These days, the world feels as if it’s spinning around me at a million miles per second, like I’m trapped within the grasp of the speed of light. I can’t make sense of what’s coming or going, and I certainly can’t see where I’m headed.

I’m frustrated with my heart, my mind. Even my lungs lately feel as if they’re so forced full of air, I couldn’t possibly take another calming breath.

And yet, I’m here.

And yet, the world will continue to spin.

How does one possibly understand time and its relativity if time itself isn’t willing to slow down and have a conversation?

Maybe that’s what I need; a conversation about what’s to come, about who I am and where I’m going.

But waiting doesn’t seem to do the job. And as I look around me, I wonder how I could ever possibly stop the clock and make sense of where my feet are planted. Wherever I seem to go is almost always the same.

But maybe this time, my feet will move of their own accord. Maybe this time, I won’t have to ask, “What’s next?”

I have a strange sense of happiness posting on this site. Honestly, I believe it’s because not many people visit it. In a sense, I’m speaking to the air, and it makes me feel safe enough to “air out” my deepest and truest thoughts. For a while, I was so convinced that I needed to reach a larger audience. If I wanted to become a successful writer, I’d need to have a significant following. I…

You can’t impress everyone. It seems so obvious. But as a people pleaser, I tend to find myself trying to amend that statement. If you’ve been following my blog, then you might have noticed my writing is a bit sporadic, and not just in the words I write. In fact, my brain is a constant tsunami storm of thoughts that I cannot seem to filter fast enough. In the same sense, I often find that my…

Sometimes in life, we’re ripped apart at the seams. Spread across the floor, wondering how we’ll ever put everything back in its place.

But maybe we’re not supposed to be just as we were.

Maybe after the ripping, we’ll find our new stitches aren’t as tight as they once were. And maybe, we’ll see that sewing ourselves back together allowed for more room to grow.

I caught your eye, but I let you keep it.

It was always yours to have, anyway.

And yes, my hair is a vibrant red,

But I toned it down for you, so that maybe you could see past its burning flame.

And yes, my irises are forest green,

But you always preferred the great indoors.

So I cut down all the trees, shrouded the grass in black clouds and grey shadows.

And yes my skin is pastel cream,

My hips are wide and strong,

But you were never accustomed to bright things, never wanted something bold.

And though my eyes were always wise, I only now have one;

You took one for yourself and left me sightless.

And now all I see is you.