How has it come to this? Here after billions of years and we’re out walking our dogs. …

Hanging in the sky,
It always comes back to this
The orange light
As if looking at another world
Like a punch in the face
Wake the fuck up

Again and again
Dreaming about the same old things
That feeling in the body where it’s impossible to move
That pain in your chest that aches
For something you can never have
Waking from one dream and sleeping in
Reality

Faster it beats
The rhythm of the song
Faster it beats
The heart when the eyes move
Faster it beats
Chances missed never the next
The moments
Gone
Faster

It always comes back to this
The body shivers when alone
Never, been in this time and space,
Never, knew you could run this far.
Never, cried for the first time.

Melting are the fears,
When the sky hangs there
Gently I wake,
The dream is over.

Friends, family, starlit asteroid riders, happy Friday! This week, I want to share the idea of flirting with life.

I’m sure you’ve noticed that there’s a voice in your head that never quiets.

It’s like an annoying roommate that gives you life advice and tells you what you should do…

2022 has opened my eyes to the value of community, encouragement, and fostering an abundance mindset for us all to flourish.

Since I’ve stepped into the role of Coffee Times inspiration editor, I’ve probably read more stories by other writers than I had in all my previous years writing on…

Last night, I began to hear the drops of rain grow louder. The sound of rain is one of the most beautiful things to me. I walked to the doorway and looked into the sky; the rain passed through the orange street lights in endless motion.

I stopped to listen…

A waxing gibbous moon
Climbs across the painted sky with calculated steps;
Its guise of translucence stripped along with light of day,
Lucid now, alike the paths which lay
Weaving towards the sandy hilltop
Where once I shuddered, frightened,
Stopped — my shadow’s tracks lay buried
Underneath each sun rising,
Moon climbing,
Days and nights gone by —…

Anton Ego, the villain in the Pixar movie Ratatouille, is my hero. When I need something to grab me by the soul and say: Hey, it’s still you in there. Be easy — I throw on Ratatouille, my favorite movie.

Yes I’m twenty-six and yes, it’s a movie about a…

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In the evening, I could hear gentle drops of rain patter on my window. I looked outside into the dusky, grey sky; a smile formed on my face.

Before the sun’s final rays, I made my way to the beach by my home to watch the world transition — day…