Author: Elise Hird

There are days that I long for the innocent beginning of a new adventure. That spirit of childhood when nothing fazes you. You have infinite courage, and all you see is the grand quest, on which you are about to embark. These are carefree days. These are bold days, unfettered by grasping hands of burden,…

Chaos ensues all around , but the only thought in my head is you. The world may fall to ruin, but my only focus is you. Fire burns through a frozen world, yet you stand fixed on the forefront of my mind, ever present, ever commanding. I am consumed.

I’ve always hated the saying, “It is what it is”. It sounded like a cop out. It’s what I heard in my head when I felt overwhelmed or defeated. Wouldn’t it be better, “It is what you make it” or “It is what I make it”? Wouldn’t it be better to give myself some incentive…

Have you ever been so happy you just can’t hold it inside? There’s no possible way to be still? You must move. You must smile. You must giggle and scream from the rooftops to share the joyous feeling exuding out of every pour on your soul. Move! Smile! Share with the world! The rest of…

Turn the world upside down and take a look around. Does it look the same? Hike up the tallest mountain. How about now? Does it still look the same? Try from a boat surrounded by water and the smell of fish or from a crowded city street, still possibly with the smell of fish. How’s…

Would you rather…? Almost everyone has played this game at some point in their life. Would you rather eat an ant covered cricket or run through a sticker field barefoot? Horrible options! Why would we play this ridiculous game? Not all of us do, but, we all are faced with decisions in our lives. Some…

Mind racing, foot tapping, I just noticed that I’ve been clicking my pen and I can’t seem to stop. How long have I been making noise? I’m starting to feel like a caricature from The Clash song “Should I Stay or Should I Go”, but instead of agonizing over a lover, it’s my mind that…

Oh those eyes! Having done anything to create that look in my child’s eyes hurts my heart. There are times though, that we see reflected back at us, the feelings of hurt, anger, disgust, and scorn. They hit us like daggers and often it is a surprise attack and we don’t see them coming. Ignorance…