Tag Archives: Feelings

her story – chapter 1: dark night

Posted on April 8, 2013 by billcastro

I wanted to capture raw emotions that I could feel. The first stanza brought out some powerful emotions in me, but I’m not sure if it does the same for others. Initially, the story wasn’t supposed to matter, but now I’m left … Continue reading →

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Midday Funk

Posted on April 8, 2013 by billcastro

I was trying to write while I had a few moments after lunch. I had to skip my walk today and had little energy. So,…the result. midday funk after lunch chicken slices hit the spot and now I sit on … Continue reading →

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The Song

Posted on April 7, 2013 by billcastro

This is a reflection of my friendships at work. I wrote this at my new desk on a Friday and found it in my notes. I recently moved from an office of ten people, where I’ve worked for 4 years, … Continue reading →

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Where are the words?

Posted on April 6, 2013 by billcastro

I’m discovering some things about myself during this adventure in writing. They’re not all new things, nor are they necessarily great revelations about anything significant (except, maybe, to me). It’s just that I am noticing and paying attention to my … Continue reading →

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