Day 122: Moments

As each second ticks by, the present becomes the
past and from that point on becomes history, a
memory to be either forgotten or remembered
with the most vivid detail. Every moment either
shapes you, changes you, or falls into the black
hole of time, but it is not gone forever. Simply
search through the shelves of your mind and
you will find every moment is perfectly aligned,
waiting for the day it will be remembered again.

Day 121: The First Snowfall

"Dew droplets covering the dry grass,
the birds fly away together as the
wind shakes glistening snowflakes
from the tree branches where bright
red leaves were once adorned.
I remember the times when I would
so energetically run outside,
creating misshapen snow angels
in every space of my yard.
Now I sit by the fire, peering through
the window and writing words that
could never explain why I so long
to be out there where the wind blows
and the snow begins to fall."

Day 120

I've found my heaven on earth. It took me 18 years to find but now that I have I want to spend every second of every day there. Bookshops have a special place in my heart but this one tops them all. Technically, it's not a bookshop. It's a coffee shop, a cute little nook on the corner of a street full of chain restaurants and department stores.

Besides having the best coffee I've ever tasted, this place sells vinyl records, old films, and of course: shelves upon shelves of used books. From Hemingway to Twain to Nick Offerman (yes, Nick Offerman) this place has it all. Words are everywhere.

I have two favorite parts.

1. They hold poetry slams, open mics, writing workshops, and live music basically every day of the week.

2. All of the drinks are named after classic authors. Melville, Poe, Shakespeare. I mean, where else on Earth can I order a Mary Shelley?

No, seriously. Please tell me...

What's your heaven on earth?

Day 119

"There are two types of people: ones who want you to change for them and ones who change your life by being themselves."

Day 118: Haiku

"My key is made of
silver but your heart is carved
from the finest gold."

Day 117: Excerpt from a book I'll never write

"Actually, there's one last thing before you go. If you're going to leave, I want you to know my heart will be broken. I'll feel pain like a thousand knives and I'll cry a thousand tears and I'll write a thousand love poems about you. This isn't to make you feel guilty or to make you stay. I'm telling you this so you know that even after you're gone, you're making me stronger.
Like it or not, you've changed me.
So I thank you."

Day 116: Guilt

Carrying the weight on my shoulders
of a guilt that can't be cured with
an apology
or a wish
the only trace of my faults
is the path of tears
that follows my every step.