"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
Something is coming, whether it be through a cold winter's door, sloshing through the trough of puddled rain, across the brittle rustle of dying leaves, a medieval entity that has comfortably slept through the humidity of our restless summer nights, inside all of our aging sarcophagus', until now. Something is coming, and I feel the …
( apply what you want - negate the rest )___________________________I'm thankful I have myself.I’m thankful that I take up more, now, for my own mental health and self esteem than I did in my twenties. I'm thankful I did not give up when the many occasions presented itself for me to do so.I'm thankful to …
I was sitting there, alone, on my perch...like a full bellied pigeon on a freshly washed car -like a stray shopping cart in an open parking spot -like fresh crumbs on a newly wiped table -as curious as a toddler to an open electrical socket -as oblivious as an oxygen …
A tear that is wiped away - is it less important than one that falls? My friend once told me, "the only time I am happy is when I'm asleep," and every time I readjust my rearview mirror and see myself, or stare at my reflection as I shave my …
in an open field, alone, constantly chewing, always standing, sometimes laying, through the wind and rain, on frost covered ground, in the middle of summer's fury, with each passing season, old lonely cow waits, unknowingly patient, for the day when her sculptured grazing silhouette transitions from farmer's field to carnivore's …
Hey,you knew this day was going to come and it sucks to have to sit here and type the things you are about to have to read and dissect and reflect on for the millionth time in your life.It gets old - I know. You expected this type of unselfish …
The first couple sips of coffee in the early hours of the morning workweek, ... I want this moment. When my breathe touches the outside air in the coldness of winter and I can see my soul with each exhale. The crunch I hear as I tread upon the trees' …
...the silence.........the instancewhen we acceptthe precipice.........the momentwe enterthe void.........where ? can we go toabsorb it,together?...where ? can we go to taste it,together?...where ?can we go tobe one with it,together?......where is the "the"?.....The silence stays with meuntil it is tired of meor maybe this feelingof morose issuppose to last longerthan I …
This blog post is complete and utter chaos. Consider yourself warned. Let's begin! I know everything about nothing and not a thing about something! My job is not important if I make it that way. You know what? You whine more than a whine's whine. My neck is tired. From …
The cold winter rain falls. I hear the trickles leaping off my roof like a liquid metronome whose precise timing is occasionally off-beat. The sound is like an ice bath to my ears. I wrap myself in my blanket and try to warm everything that is trapped underneath it. I …
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