I don’t know whether it is a good thing or not, but I have been posting some of my ramblings to a new Instagram account I recently set up (@jmjacksonwrites) and, in doing so, it has opened up a new writing…
I was lost, broken — mentally, financially — But I had my sound physique
Every people I tried to seek help — Left me more broken
Some like the smell of cologne
Some like the shoulders, chiseled and toned
She removes the can from the shelf, holds it up. It feels empty.
She opens the can. It is empty.
She closes it. It will still be empty.
She puts it down, stores it away. It will only be empty.
One look and I fell for you
One smile and my heart just opened
I take a deep breath and let the crisp air fill my lungs. I hold it in to let it my body enjoy its pureness.
We have a saying in México that goes: “You drown in a glass of water”
Think about that for a second. Drowning in a glass of water.
Drowning in the little things, in the small details, in specific comments, in…