Optomism Stories

Things to help you get through your week. I know its probably cheesy, but things like these made me smile when i was sad. Maybe they can help you too.

So much time is wasted by sleep. Funny how my body can't seem to just deal with that fact. Instead, I spend many a sleepless night staring into the black of a room, hearing the soft drone of cars breeze past into the thick of the night, and find myself dreaming, eyes still open, and soul still held close, restless to get away from the acceptance of that which is so close to death. This seems to be where my best material comes from, funnily enough. Get ready for the emo.

Poems are stars. Collect them, save them, survive off their vibrance. You may find them in those familiar places, on crinkled restaurant napkins, in heavy hearts, plastered on the subway walls. Where do your stars come from? Where do you hide them away?

Life

Yes. This is a true story. Despite the fact i changed a few things to make the story more interesting, it is 100% true. I am not changing the names of any characters (except last names, of course. Stalkers!) so get ready to see the real me!