This is the why... — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 29, 2019

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You make my social anxiety more mellow. You help me to get up and fight. You make it easy to try. You help me when I feel stressed and lone...

It was always here. — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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"I'm not a river or a giant bird That soars to the sea And if I'm never tied to anything I'll never be free I wanted ma...

Not for nothing — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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~Molly Peter and the Star Catcher

life is but a dream — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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          I used to think that time was important. I thought I needed to hold on to the future, and nothing else. Then you walked in, and ti...

Things I love: Part 1 — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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*The feeling that comes right after tons of company leaves, and the house is silent and still. *Going to my loft to read or listen to music...

Threads and Summer and Balloons and Canyons — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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  I'm off to the last road trip of the Summer. Now I can reflect on everything. This Summer was nothing like last Summer and I d...

Please Little Lamb — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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        I know you aren't trying to hurt me, but that is what is hurting me the most. Can't you see that I treasure every moment I...

What am I... — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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What I see...         I see the beautiful sunset. It's orange and pink. The sky above me is a lovely blue, and behind me, it's a de...

Quiet — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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My heart is clouded and confused. It used to beat with a certain joyous rhythm, but the beats have become unsteady. I'm just waiting for...

Thank You — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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This is the first time I've ever done one of these types of posts. However, through doing this, I have learned that there is a lot of t...

1:10 A.M. — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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  I had such high hopes that I would be able to sleep on the plane, but that dream has been horribly crushed.  Why did I even think that I c...

Chocolate Semifreddo. — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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They were old and in the hospital, her time was coming to an end.  He sat by her side as he had done for the past 62 years.  He always lo...

Another Palette Cleanser — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” | Anton Chekov

My Mind: chopped and fried with a garnish of madness. — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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I'm a spontaneous person, right?  I mean, sometimes you say that I have to think through everything I do before I do it, but I have m...

A Palette Cleanser — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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“Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.” | Suzanne Weyn, Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium

The Appetizer: A Refreshing, Light Salad. — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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          The sun rose.  It was unspeakably beautiful.  The long trek up the mountain that started at 3 in the morning...was finally worth...

vorfreude — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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Hey there.  I've thought about you a lot while I'm dreaming.  Whether that is day or night, I guess you could say both.  It's...

Back in the Summer. — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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I am sorry. I am sorry that I lied after you told the truth. The distant sound of the children playing on the playground behind us mi...

Grandpa John — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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An amazing person passed away yesterday, my Grandpa.  He was a spectacular and fascinating man.  He accomplished so much during his life.  A...

la douleur exquise — by Peter Stella on Saturday, June 22, 2019

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He is courageous, bold, full of light, She is smart, pretty, inventive. He catches the wind like a kite, She is at the end holding ...