Rilee Arey
Bio
What a life we live, Lets live a life where we have something to write home about!
27-year-old trying to find meaning, love and a life worth living.
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uninspired
I keep waking up and feeling stuck, behind my eyes of what if I am no longer enough. Not for a person per say, but the actions that define me going about my day. I see myself, I see the list of dreams I have set, yet, I am in my head. Riding the coattails of the biggest theif of enjoyment, yet seeking that same disraction to ignore all of it. I can say I know what I want to do and where I want to be, but you see, I am my biggest enemy. Both locked behind watching a screen, but missing what I need to be learning. Instead, I am avoiding, toying with what I would buy with the money I don't have, being distracted by my time instead of it adding value. The screen, the knowledge, the dedication, the pressure of it being my occupation, should motivate me right? But instead I sit here and I fight with myself, denying, even, lying to myself on what would help. I am destroying my confidence by affirming my actions, of not doing anything at all. No longer extrodinary, not even oridnany, not a doer, but a follower. Someone full of wants with no direction, a complainer lost in disillusion. I am untterly stuck behind the lack of motivation and or determination to be the expectations I thought I could be. I want someone who knows what I am about to believe in me, but in reality, that person needs to be me. But here I am writing and rambling, over the uninspired poem I had to scratch out of my dislocated mind. I dont deserve anyones pity, because this illogic is considered blind. But here I am, uninspired, venting untill maybe I can feel the fire of desire to be better than I was today, but like I said, I am really good at what I say.
By Rilee Arey29 days ago in Poets
An Anniversary of it's Own
A full boat with no one I know. I am in a foreign country on foreign waters sitting with nothing but my thoughts as we head to reach the most crystal blue our eyes can devour, often known as paradise. It has taken me awhile to get here, not just the ninty minutes cruising on the rifts of the ocean, but to find a place where I am so happy to be alone without the need of someone to be my other half.
By Rilee Arey2 months ago in Chapters
What is a Backpacker?
After solo traveling these past few months, a question keeps resurfacing in my mind with more travelers I meet. What is a backpacker? When I ask this I mean what are the qualifying factors to be able to identify yourself as a backpacker. Before I tell you what the internet told me, I’ll tell you what I think about when I think about being a backpacker.
By Rilee Arey2 months ago in Wander
Pre Flight Night Jitters
The last thing I should be doing is writing right now. It is a little past midnight, exactly 12 hours before my next flight to my next destination on this six month journey abroad. Although my flight is not till 12 PM, I still need to leave my hotel by 8 AM. Flight math is so unfair, but it's better to be safe than deal with anything airlines on the phone.
By Rilee Arey2 months ago in Confessions
Be Still
I slipped my arm from underneath him, his eyes lay heavy, deeply asleep. Grabbing my coat and shoes, I sneak out the door, intentionally avoiding the hassle of waking him. His house though lacking basic human needs of furniture, was still warm, warmer than the 10 inches of fresh snow that greeted me at the door. The time was well past midnight, yet the sky appeared anything but dark as the falling snow bounced off the orange in the street lights. I have always loved the night, but standing there, canvassed by layers of white all around, while only you stand in the street, was pure magic. The cold was crisp, the air in my lungs releasing a misty cloud every breath. It was quiet, but not in a eerie way, it was peaceful. Every step crunched beneath my boot as I was creating a path that had never been formed. Cars covered in the mornings future hassle, chilling ice melting into the inch between my boots and pants. I was forming a cool sweat with every step, as I trecked back toward my dorm. My eyes mesmerized by the white lit sky in the depth of the night. The fernlike stellar dendrite flakes flow down effortlessly as they join the white canvas that surrounds me, My eyes grew weary and fingers bacame numb, yet I wanted to stand still, be still in this moment. A moment where nothing moves, nothing speaks, Where the delicate descending snow meets the street.
By Rilee Arey3 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - January 2024
Washed, Lost and Worn
I am mearly one of many, but I serve my purpose just like the rest. We are different in lengths and sizes, various colors and textures. Purchased from a lineup of those who look just like me, thats the journey to my beginning. I was one of the lucky ones, designed and indivudually packed. When my person chose me, they chose my personality too. The top to my toes, coated in bright pink poleyester, thin, soft and very colorful. Some call me a rainbow, others call me impractical for softball practice. I was bought on sale, but my time her never felt cheap. I came in a pair, prepared to serve my lifes purpose. To be the lining of life for the girl who walked in the shoes I called home.
By Rilee Arey3 months ago in Fiction