Silly Little Ditty Scratch your head and pull it out; something you can write about. There must be something on your mind; write it down and you might find, a word or two that can complete the feelings that seem so discreet, but once they are out in the world, a truth within you will unfurl and blossom into something new and the light of truth will shine on you. Let your words out my fellow Opussers

RIP Opuss An albeit beautiful, but copy and pasted Bob Marley #quote that took little effort in finding and even less effort to post - 992 "likes". Someone bares their soul and puts time and effort into crafting and shaping their pain into words - 3 "likes". Another solid victory for the vapid 'copy and paste' generation of today.

My Religion "When I do good I feel good. When I do bad I feel bad. That is my religion." ~ Abraham Lincoln

The Raft The raft was breaking. Just the two of us, on opposite corners, rocking gently, drifting. She seemed secure where she was, smiling like it was all okay, but I could feel the cracks beneath me; hear the creaking wood, and knew I had to move. She said there was no room on her side anymore. The weight of both of us would be too much for the fragile raft, she said. Maybe she was right. Either way, I couldn't stay. I told her I would swim, to look for somewhere safe, hoping she'd grab me and pull me close... but she didn't. "Are you sure?" is all she said. And so I said my goodbyes and slipped into the inky black waters of the unknown. It was cold in the water and my strength drained quickly, doubt weighing on my every stroke as I pulled myself this way and that, searching for a light to guide me. But none was found and before long, I found myself back at the raft. I called to her, reached out to her... "why can't we work together?" I cried. No reply. No outstretched hand. No hope. No love. I started to sink. The cold, black sea longed to claim me as its own and take me down into its empty, dark depths. My body aches with the struggle. The sorrow in my heart weighs too much now and at last, I let go. Only she can save me now...

Boxes "So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them." ~ Sylvia Plath