

Today I let myself write. I sat down and let myself put words down on a page. I let go and let the words flow, without inhibitions. I let go. And before I knew it, my hands were writing things I don’t remember thinking. Honest feelings hit the page and burned themselves into it with… Read more

Growing up, I always believed I had a pretty big imagination. I dreamed big. I dreamed small. I dreamed here. I dreamed there. I dreamed. I had so much to dream about, I couldn’t just do it at night. I dreamed all throughout the day as well. My imagination was full of things to dream… Read more

I have this fear that I am stuck. And that I will continue to be stuck here in this place at this spot. I’ll be stuck here until I reach eternity or so it feels. I enter the sanctuary with thankful thoughts and excited reverence, but it does not show. I enter the conversation with… Read more

Usually I don’t write stories for blogs. But lately I have felt that the best way I can explain my feelings (and perhaps the resulting actions) is to express it through an imaginative story. It’s a (very) short story, consisting of only one scene, but it seems to covey an entire array of thoughts I… Read more

I have a confession to make. And yeah I know what you’re thinking: Kyndra, aren’t all you blogs a confession of some sort. Yes, dear reader, they are, but this one is an bigger confession, one that affects most of the ones before it. But don’t freak out. All the previous confessions and revelations are still… Read more

My eyes are wide open, but I can’t see a thing. Darkness. It’s…well…dark. No matter how much I strain the amazing, God-given eyes of mine, if there is no light, I won’t see a thing. In the darkness I will continue to sit. And who is likely to join me in this darkness? Fear. But… Read more