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brooke posted an update: 2 years, 2 months ago
pieces that I lost long ago are finally resurfacing, and I’m left wondering why i still feel so lifeless. then i realize that i never really felt whole in the first place.
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brooke wrote about the word specific 2 years, 2 months ago
At times, I find, that specificity plagues me more than sadness. It seems worse to me, to be miserable for no specific reason than to just be miserable. Its the gnawing feeling of not being able to put your finger on what ales you that’s the worst. You spend your time combing through the daily [...]
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brooke posted an update: 2 years, 2 months ago
back to school. back to feeling numb, nothing. nothing exciting, or worth waking up for. its exhausting. i feel as if i could sleep for days.. i wish i could sleep through the rest of the semester. i need something to wake me up. to bring me back to the feeling of possibility, of hope and excitement. i need to feel like i’m living life again as opposed to going through the motions. sometimes its easier to get so invested into school work, to let it consume me, because then i have less time to think about, well, anything.
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brooke wrote about the word basic 2 years, 2 months ago
basic. back to basics. basics are comfortable, easy, simple. basics are classic, they with stand the test of time. basics are beautiful in their own right, they have withstood the test of time. basics are simplistic, easy to grasp, understandable.
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brooke wrote about the word strong 2 years, 2 months ago
i always find myself struggling to conger strength, especially when I could use it the most. i’m always looking outside myself to find strength in family, friends, numbers or God. I want to change this. to become a strong person in my own right. to be able to rise up from the rubble of my [...]
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brooke posted an update: 2 years, 2 months ago
my house always seems to smell like fall. there’s something so wonderful about fall.. a shedding of old until you’re barren. then renewal.
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brooke posted an update: 2 years, 2 months ago
happy to be home.
Coming home from school always reminds me of the comfort that only familiarity can bring. I’m immediately consumed with nostalgia and feel the need to spend the entire night roaming my house, etching memories of smells, sights and sounds into my head. It’s strange but somehow I feel as if I stock my head full of these memories and then recall them on particularly lonely days and unforgivingly long nights. It’s not until I’m lying in dorm unable to sleep at three in the morning when it hits me.. home is not just sights, smells or sounds, but rather the mixture of fond memories and feelings of comfort that only come from friends and family. -
brooke is in the house. 2 years, 2 months ago
