The way I see it, I’m the product of both my genetics and my environment. I’m not sure if I’m leaning more toward one than the other but I feel like I lean more toward my environment, than my genetics. Anyway, what I’m saying is I’m still learning who I am. Sometimes I feel likeContinue reading “A Little Bit of Everything and Nothing”
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Stop Giving Up on Yourself
There are so many times we are just at the edge of a breakthrough and we walk away. It’s funny, we sit here and say, “I want to reach for the stars. I want breakthroughs.” But when the time comes to sit through the pain, we can’t take it. We step away. We find somethingContinue reading “Stop Giving Up on Yourself”
Paradox
The future gawks at me empty brained the past fat and tired watches on jumbled with dreams and reality my source of energy and inspiration lies inside me rests in the present like a flower in bloom Saschia Johnson
She Danced
She took a deep breath (it smelled like roses and vanilla) and then she took a step toward the field across the street from our town cemetery She turned to be sure I was coming And I was Then she sped up and danced in the moonlight as if not a soul could see herContinue reading “She Danced”
Don’t Forget, You’re Valuable
There is life in the smile you share truth in the thoughts you share. There is hope in the dreams you tell and inspiration in the life you live Don’t forget about how much value you bring to this world Saschia Johnson
True Colors
I let my tongue hang and wiggle symbols I wear comfort in stilettos and my heart on the doorknob There’s no real wild it’s just real human expressed everyday and in so many ways I feel left out I feel eager I feel purpose and hope I feel so many things Why leave these piecesContinue reading “True Colors”
Drift
Drift with me through the night Listen to the waves of insight I’ll hold your open hand Drift away with me Saschia Johnson
In the Beginning
The storms raged even with the flood waters receding we still couldn’t separate up from down love from hate so we write, discuss and write some more until we figure out that what matters most is the present all else should fall in line Saschia Johnson
Cleared
The sky clears it clears for her it clears for the future the stars look down in awe at her Saschia Johnson
Unpredictable
The way things go left and right and whichever way they like is annoyingly pleasant you can plan a tea party but a storm makes you bring out the candles and turns it to a candlelit luncheon Saschia Johnson
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