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Destination: Self

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I first bought my ticket aboard the Crazy Train a year ago, in pursuit of the town known as Happily Ever After, population 2. The pamphlet makes it look like a little slice of heaven. Backyards with dogs who's tails wag. Houses with white picket fences. Children playing in the streets with trees that line the cement sidewalks. Yet, on this train ride, I didn't realize it would make pit stops at small hamlets known as Despair, Sadness, Anxiety, and this really interesting village known as Bat Shit Crazy. It has many tourist attractions. I found myself always waiting for this ride to end, in pursuit of my final destination. I'd ride through all these pit stops never really taking in all the sights or looking at what they had to offer. I just knew the train would eventually stop and I would know where to get off. Recently the train stopped at a town called Self. Funny name. Sounds enticing. I decide to get off. My first steps into this town are surrounded by water. I feel a

Hello

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Such a simple word. Hello. It comes with a multitude of emotions. It can be quick and dirty, like smiling at a stranger on the street. It can be sexy and seductive, like when you pull away from an entangled embrace and look into your lover's eyes. It can come with a hundred promises or zero expectations. It can be heartwarming. It can be cold. It can be cautious, it can be insecure. It can be predictable; the norm. It comes in many languages and is expressed in many forms. But what happens when the hello is no longer a hello? What comes of that word? It turns into a sour taste in the roof of your mouth. Your Hello has just turned into a Goodbye. Goodbyes can be permanent. They can leave you longing for the days of Hello. A Hello that stops you in your tracks. Takes your breath away. A Hello than is full of magic and possibility is never aware of a darker Goodbye. They don't play on the same team. Forever challenged to a duel. But rest assured, one day your hello won't

Wine & Tears

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Sometimes we all need a good cry. You know that feeling as it hugs your chest and rises up into your throat. You feel the burn as your eyes well up and then the tears start rolling. You can heave or sigh or even do the really bad ugly cry. You scrunch your face up and widen your mouth as drool mixes with the tears on your cheeks. It should be considered a god damn talent! The stress of the day, week, minute can all take its toll. They piggy back on one another. I went to the gym to work out these frustrations. I danced enough to give J.Lo competition and yet the tears still hung out in my chest. Biding their time, waiting for the moment they could shine. I went to bed with heavy shoulders. I woke up with exhaustion. The day ebbed and flowed as it always does. I felt better, I got through my day, accomplished my tasks, laughed, ate, carried on. Wine called my name tonight. I bought a limited edition. Poured my glass. That's when it hit me. Full on ugly cry. It came fast. Let it