Ode to Broken Hearts
Is there a remedy for the brokenhearted? If not, then precautions seem to be in order…take note: Measure the depth of the fall by the anxiety level of the ‘fallee.’
If You Hear Me
Found this in the communal laundry room at my apartment complex. Oddly enough I have a friend that goes by Bubba that was coming by for a few beers later that same day. I’m not sure he was as enthralled as I was with my first find. Enjoy!
Sitting in the Stink
The shelter where I work received a large donation of school supplies for the kids living here, and this happy gem was found in a partially-used notebook.
You Suck at Life Now
I was walking home from the park with my kids and thought that I’d take them by the juvie; like, “Hey kids, don’t act up and end up in there some day.” We found this on the sidewalk. I saw the swear word up top and then wouldn’t let my kids have it. They spent … Continued
Yes Do You Feel Sad
This find touched me. I was kind of flooded with a mix of memories and emotions when I realized what I was holding. First off, I was happy to discover that kids still pass notes. With all the technology advancements and changes in just the last 15 to 20 years, I’d imagined that there was … Continued
The Same Lonely Person
This tiny post-it note was found stuck to a desk in the library at Uni. It sounds like a serious analysis until you read the poetic and rather depressing final line, when it then sounds like a script from a drama-filled CSI episode!
I Was Good to Her
I found this piece of paper in the street while waiting for my dog to poop in the neighbor’s yard on 19th and California St.
Never – Ever
I found this under a tree in the park next to my condo. We have alot of older people who live in the complex, and I have wondered every day if it may belong to one of them. I see one particular woman who sits by the window day-in and day-out. I know she has … Continued
An Evening Alone
I found this in a library book. You see the first item and you wonder what’s next. Then you see it’s these candles… and then you realize that this person was not going to have a romantic evening.
Alone in the Middle
Left in our middle school library’s scratch paper bin (the punctuation made ME depressed).