Just Jo

Rambles of an Unqueanchable Mind
Loneliness
I am a solitary person. Solitude is home for me—it feels good, natural. But loneliness… loneliness is unfamiliar. And yet, I’ve felt a deep, aching loneliness these past three days since arriving in...
Read More
Christmas
For the first time in my entire life I wished Christmas didn’t come, but it’s here today, and if I could make the day go away I would.  It is not resentment what i feel, it’s just that in one way or...
Read More
Patterns
Two days ago, as I reflected on the events of last weekend, a thought crossed my mind. From what has been shared with me, My Love and his brother have experienced a recurring theme in their romantic...
Read More
Being me…
“How does it feel to be you?” he asked, with inquisitive and wondering eyes, as he gently pulled the empty chair in front of me. He sat down softly, as if not wanting to disturb the silence amidst...
Read More
Five A.M.
Once again, I find myself here, consumed by the urge to write. This wellspring of ideas, thoughts, stories, and rambles within me clamors for release, begging for a voice to share its tales. But...
Read More
The Power of Thoughts
I was finally able to talk about it with him after years of observing his skill in manifesting his declarations.  I was able to talk about what he has created with the power of his thoughts and the...
Read More

“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”

— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

RAMBLES

PHOTOBLOG

A SILENCE

LITTLE PRINCE

I Wish

I Wish

If I could have a wish
I’d wished you wore my eyes
And see the kind of things
That make this pain worthwhile

read more
Loneliness

Loneliness

I am a solitary person. Solitude is home for me—it feels good, natural. But loneliness… loneliness is unfamiliar. And yet, I’ve felt a deep, aching loneliness these past three days since arriving in Quito. I didn’t know loneliness could feel this heavy, or that it...

read more
Being me…

Being me…

“How does it feel to be you?” he asked, with inquisitive and wondering eyes, as he gently pulled the empty chair in front of me. He sat down softly, as if not wanting to disturb the silence amidst the bustling atmosphere of the café. A stranger, just like that,...

read more

Don’t Miss a Beat!

Copyright © 2025 Just Jo