chicagofella.bsky.social
@chicagofella.bsky.social
Just a human. Expressing myself.
I've mourned the death of "me" so many times. What remains alive can on be what is real?
July 11, 2026 at 12:39 PM
I've mourned the death of "me" so many times. What remains alive can on be what is real?
My existance is a one-way street. And, I'm going the wrong way.
June 20, 2026 at 1:43 PM
My existance is a one-way street. And, I'm going the wrong way.
If I'm unable to realize any of the myriad things that interest me, why would I pursue any of them.
June 19, 2026 at 1:35 PM
If I'm unable to realize any of the myriad things that interest me, why would I pursue any of them.
I've been standing here, where the sidewalk ends for so long. Sometimes stepping back from the edge. Too often looking over into the void.
Never back, to where the world is.
Never back, to where the world is.
February 23, 2026 at 1:17 PM
I've been standing here, where the sidewalk ends for so long. Sometimes stepping back from the edge. Too often looking over into the void.
Never back, to where the world is.
Never back, to where the world is.
Yes, you said you'd go to the ends of the world. Then got mad when I didn't meet you.
You never listened when I said I wouldn't be there.
You never listened when I said I wouldn't be there.
February 22, 2026 at 2:06 AM
Yes, you said you'd go to the ends of the world. Then got mad when I didn't meet you.
You never listened when I said I wouldn't be there.
You never listened when I said I wouldn't be there.
The next time you wonder why I didn't tell you anything, instead wonder why you didn't let me.
January 31, 2026 at 11:45 PM
The next time you wonder why I didn't tell you anything, instead wonder why you didn't let me.
I'll ride this train to the end, whenever that is. But, I won't fight the last stop.
December 31, 2025 at 10:35 PM
I'll ride this train to the end, whenever that is. But, I won't fight the last stop.
Just another action designed to...??? But, should I bother...
December 25, 2025 at 11:42 PM
Just another action designed to...??? But, should I bother...
You think I didn't hurt when it was over. Or, when I had to make that decision. Or, when I was failing at what I thought was supposed to be right.
I'm not the monster you think I am.
I'm not the monster you think I am.
December 20, 2025 at 8:53 PM
You think I didn't hurt when it was over. Or, when I had to make that decision. Or, when I was failing at what I thought was supposed to be right.
I'm not the monster you think I am.
I'm not the monster you think I am.
This box held the answer to my wish. No matter how naive it may have been. But, love remains. Still.
December 7, 2025 at 4:49 PM
This box held the answer to my wish. No matter how naive it may have been. But, love remains. Still.
In a wood full of others. One stands tall and alone. Braced against the loneliness and cold. Still strong, and growing. The fading color notwithstanding.
November 11, 2025 at 1:18 PM
In a wood full of others. One stands tall and alone. Braced against the loneliness and cold. Still strong, and growing. The fading color notwithstanding.
That first yellow leaf that falls,
The one that defies the status quo.
The leaf that sees what's always been,
And takes the first leap.
That's courage.
The summer shudders.
The heat is afraid.
It knows its reign is ending.
The one that defies the status quo.
The leaf that sees what's always been,
And takes the first leap.
That's courage.
The summer shudders.
The heat is afraid.
It knows its reign is ending.
October 24, 2025 at 12:17 PM
That first yellow leaf that falls,
The one that defies the status quo.
The leaf that sees what's always been,
And takes the first leap.
That's courage.
The summer shudders.
The heat is afraid.
It knows its reign is ending.
The one that defies the status quo.
The leaf that sees what's always been,
And takes the first leap.
That's courage.
The summer shudders.
The heat is afraid.
It knows its reign is ending.
I could go crazy on a night like tonight
When summer's beginning to give up her fight
And every thought's a possibility
And the voices are heard but nothing is seen
Why do you spend this time with me
Maybe an equal mystery
#IndigoGirls
When summer's beginning to give up her fight
And every thought's a possibility
And the voices are heard but nothing is seen
Why do you spend this time with me
Maybe an equal mystery
#IndigoGirls
October 24, 2025 at 11:13 AM
I could go crazy on a night like tonight
When summer's beginning to give up her fight
And every thought's a possibility
And the voices are heard but nothing is seen
Why do you spend this time with me
Maybe an equal mystery
#IndigoGirls
When summer's beginning to give up her fight
And every thought's a possibility
And the voices are heard but nothing is seen
Why do you spend this time with me
Maybe an equal mystery
#IndigoGirls
To what am I now moored? Is it still my creativity? Is it now my science? My spouse?
I'm not sure I know right now.
I'm not sure I know right now.
October 19, 2025 at 10:05 PM
To what am I now moored? Is it still my creativity? Is it now my science? My spouse?
I'm not sure I know right now.
I'm not sure I know right now.
I grew up literally surrounded by ocean. But, if I should have cried, I felt my tears would take a lifetime to reach that ocean. Now in the midwest, I feel they take just as long.
So, why would I bother crying?
So, why would I bother crying?
October 12, 2025 at 5:33 PM
I grew up literally surrounded by ocean. But, if I should have cried, I felt my tears would take a lifetime to reach that ocean. Now in the midwest, I feel they take just as long.
So, why would I bother crying?
So, why would I bother crying?
I could have said the words you wanted to hear. But, I was weak and tired. And, those words were heavier than I could bear. I simply shut up, and walked away.
September 28, 2025 at 2:18 PM
I could have said the words you wanted to hear. But, I was weak and tired. And, those words were heavier than I could bear. I simply shut up, and walked away.
I thought we lived the same lives. How could you not know?
September 27, 2025 at 8:58 PM
I thought we lived the same lives. How could you not know?
"You can be anything you want", they told me...
September 19, 2025 at 1:54 PM
"You can be anything you want", they told me...
The fog will always be there, blinding, hazy, covering. No clarity.
September 13, 2025 at 2:47 AM
The fog will always be there, blinding, hazy, covering. No clarity.
It'll all wind down the same way. With strangers.
August 28, 2025 at 12:27 PM
It'll all wind down the same way. With strangers.
If I could go back to that time, no one would be there. They've all moved on. In their own directions.
August 23, 2025 at 3:56 PM
If I could go back to that time, no one would be there. They've all moved on. In their own directions.
You were my Elise.
August 23, 2025 at 3:53 PM
You were my Elise.
In my younger years, I fought for a future. Now, I wonder if that was the best use of my resources
August 17, 2025 at 8:57 PM
In my younger years, I fought for a future. Now, I wonder if that was the best use of my resources
Homeless. For so long, because it left, too. Where do I go to rediscover me?
August 12, 2025 at 1:32 PM
Homeless. For so long, because it left, too. Where do I go to rediscover me?
I am not who either I or you thought I would be. And I'm still trying to figure this out.
July 31, 2025 at 2:39 AM
I am not who either I or you thought I would be. And I'm still trying to figure this out.