A short story written by The Vivacious Heart “They say when you sleep, it’s a lot like dying. Everything is dark.” “But what about dreams? Dreams aren’t dark. They have tons of color,” I asked my grandfather. …

She had dark shadows looming across her face. People kept their comments polite and short, saying that the moonbeams were just reflecting off the craters of her heart. They tried to make it sound beautiful. Tried to make it sound poetic or mesmerizing. But I knew better. What they really…

A poem about letting go of the fear and telling the fear to let go of you. Written by The Vivacious Heart. Dear fear, You don’t own me. You never did. Sometimes I feel like you get up on your high horse, looking down on us with a haughty face…

You said you wanted a future so I gave you a ring. You said not like that. So I traded the ring for sex toys. But you said you weren’t that kinky. So I traded the sex toys for a fuzzy blanket. And you said no, you wanted me to…

The sky was calling the moon to hurry up and move along so that the sun could take its place and paint the sky pretty pinks, oranges, and yellows. It would do the same later on that evening before it turned it over to the night shift. …

I’ve had the hourglass since the day I was born. It was a gift from my grandmother. She closed her eyes for the last time earlier this year. When I was four, she told me the hourglass was magical. The hourglass could do amazing things. “Watch. You can flip it…

I am wildly unsettled. As if I am searching for something. And I don’t know what it is. I want to get into the car and drive for miles. The unsettling part is, when will the drive become too much? …

Growing up, we didn’t have much. Sometimes, food was a rarity. So it was a shame if it came out of the oven burnt, or you didn’t like the flavor. It really wasn’t meant to be enjoyed. It was made to survive. Life was pretty straight forward with that mindset…