Introspection
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Letters To My Mom – Sometimes The World Needs To Stop
So, I had to put Mixx down. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I never thought I’d pen anything like this as a letter to my mother. But… Losing this particular pet was difficult. For context, my mother died in 2019, and she was very fond of my first cat… Continue reading
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In Actuality
The first person who comes to mind is Jesus Christ. His success wasn’t measured in material wealth. Instead, it was measured in the lives of those he taught and in the sacrifice he made for us all. He did what no other man could. Then, I thought of Paul, who put in countless miles and… Continue reading
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Queen of Wistful Nightmares
Still scrambling. Still confused. I’m about to drag myself downstairs to take my medication. Unfortunately, I need drugs to stay alive. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t touch any of this stuff. I’m going to avoid realityTV. After watching “Little Women: NY,” I found myself screaming at the people on the screen. Size does not dictate… Continue reading
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Letters To My Mom – We All Cope Different Ways
Hey, There are so many things I wanted to say. I do say some of it now, but it’s all in my head and to myself. I still miss you so much. And talking to myself… it’s not the same as talking to you. I know what the real state of the dead is… that… Continue reading
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What Kind Of Energy
My mind is always pulsing with something. I get angry a lot because I don’t always do what I’m supposed to because of it. Being inspired supercharges my brain batteries. Music adds a shot of adrenaline. I can see a story in almost anything. I’m not even joking. If I wanted, I could pen a… Continue reading
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Empty… And Tasteless
My life wouldn’t have the colors and flavors that music brings. My imagination is sparked by music too, so my life would be very boring. Quiet, empty, boring, colorless, odorless and flavorless. Music isn’t only heard… it’s also felt. Especially the percussion session. ~J. Lyst Continue reading
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So… I Have An Idea… It’s A Scary Idea… But It’s MY Idea
I went and purchased a copy of my own book… with the idea that I’ll re-read and rewrite it. I wish I could share the name and whatnot on my blog, but my actual name is tied to it. And… so is my address. XD Not saying that any of my readers would do me… Continue reading
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To Have No Name
9:58PM – 10:33PM Strange day. Very so. I have a decision that needed to be made. Since I came to a solution, I will say that my relief’s in sight. When seeking friendship, it is best to work along with those whose values align with your own. I do my best. To pull myself out… Continue reading
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Theraphy
I started off because I needed to record my thoughts down. I didn’t do well with the paper journals. My first actual “blog” was on DeadJournal. Then LiveJournal. I tried “blogger.” With WordPress, I had a penname that wasn’t an embarrassment. So while I still have a desire to record my thoughts… and have the… Continue reading
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My Mother’s Name Was Donna
You know… I was just talking about this in the car with a friend today. Years ago, I did an interview of my mom for an assignment. When I mentioned to my aunt that I was going to interview my mom, she asked: “Why her? I’m smarter than her!” My response? “While you just might… Continue reading
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