Brian Andreas
Brian Andreas
Brian Andreasis an American writer, painter, publisher and speaker widely known for his simple and poetic short stories of 50 to 100 words, often accompanied by distinctive color drawings. The stories range from wry comic commentary to elegant and direct meditations on themes of love, relationships, and being alive now. His earlier stories, prints and books to 2014 continue to be released by his company StoryPeople. After 2014, his work is published for both national and international audiences by brian...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
CountryUnited States of America
There are lives I can imagine without children but none of them have the same laughter & noise.
The first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same
If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can & there is nothing more to it than that.
We lay there and looked up at the night sky and she told me about stars called blue squares and red swirls and I told her I'd never heard of them. Of course not, she said, the really important stuff they never tell you. You have to imagine it on your own.
I've always like the time before dawn because there's no one around to remind me who I'm supposed to be, so it's easier to remember who I am.
She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short.
I was never good at hide and seek because I'd always make enough noise so my friends would be sure to find me. I don't have anyone to play those games with any more, but now and then I make enough noise just in case someone is still looking and hasn't found me yet.
He loved her for almost everything she was & she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time.
Most people don't know there are angels whose only job is to make sure you don't get too comfortable & fall asleep & miss your life.
If you hold on to the handle, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.
Everything changed the day she figured out there was exactly enough time for the important things in her life.
I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts, but they needed constant attention and one day I decided I had better things to do.
There is nothing more I ask of this life than this moment, exactly so. And suddenly forever seems like too short a time.
There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by myself.