Just Jo

Rambles of an Unqueanchable Mind
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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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The End… Or Is It?
  I often wonder about the initial thoughts people might have if I had an audience. In the absence of one, let's indulge in the game of assumption. Some might ponder, 'Is this her last post?' For...
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The Prison Within
...and as I was wandering from town to town in search of shelter for the night, a distant house caught my eye. Nestled away from the road, it lay hidden amidst trees and was surrounded by the beauty...
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“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

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The End… Or Is It?

The End… Or Is It?

  I often wonder about the initial thoughts people might have if I had an audience. In the absence of one, let's indulge in the game of assumption. Some might ponder, 'Is this her last post?' For those who've glimpsed the opening lines of posts discussing death, the...

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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,...

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