I want to see you kicking up dust, sticking back the thorns, strolling through the forest, running the current in the river over to wherever it is you are. And call your name into the air; and ...
It was a very rough day at work today, so I think I’m allowing myself to take it easy on myself in terms of writing this entry. I still think it’s very important that I log my thoughts for to...
I’ve been writing these meditations, I’ve noticed at least in the periphery of my thoughts, this lingering suspicion that I might just be writing this as a show. That rather than being genuin...
With a possible burnout looming on the horizon for me, and these meditations being part of my active response to tackling that, it seemed natural that eventually I would start to consider the dar...
Over the last year and a half, I’ve regained the sense of what it was like to have a family. I spent a time period between January 2019 - March 2020 living with my aunt, uncle, cousins, grand...
I believe I’ve said at least a few times that I’m resolved to accomplish some very lofty goals, without actually naming what those goals are. The reason for doing so was that although I had v...
So, if I finish tonight’s post, we can call today a success as far as these meditations go. I will not lie: I actually looked forward to writing this for most of the day. The idea of spurring m...
Since waking up this morning, I’ve come to the conclusion that at least some of last night’s rambling was due in part to sleeplessness. At least we can be assured that I am not at all times ...
I’ve attempted to write a post, about something, about anything, for awhile now. But there is something in me, that I am allowing to defeat myself. As soon as I get the words on the page, shou...
My soul feels lighter. All my appreciation for you both: 1) It’s harder to care; and the more it matters, the harder it is. Thank you for teaching me that lesson. 2) Your weight is so heavy, ...
I read once that being an artist is a constant climbing of stairs. Imagine the horizontal being your ability to dissect and analyze your craft; the vertical being your ability to create and mater...
I ain’t never been myself since my dad’s gone passed; the come-up kid found himself finish last. No one’s really talking, but still feeling put on blast. The world keeps turning and it’s ...
‘Us’ died in my moments of clarity; I realized that I was never really a boyfriend. Just a goddamn accessory, hold your purse, your trinkets, shiny necklaces and boyfriend, things you call v...
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and I can’t help but think that I wish that petty moment had never happened. I wish we were still friends, and I miss you like heck. So life go...
I hold it in my hands. I peer through this window, and on the other side, it is World War II, my name is Billy Pilgrim, and Dresden is blanketed in flame. Late at night, I am visited by T...
Passion/Perspective; Abundance of the former Lack of the latter.
She is the sweetest, Her kisses send me reeling. (I’m diabetic.)
It’ll be Monday, Cause I fucking hate Mondays. It must be, for you.
Wait, you can’t leave me. No one loves you like I do, “That’s the idea.”
What a wonder the future must be! We’ll have automated drones with hardly any compensation for their work (except perhaps for what is needed for maintenance) and I hear that the birth of artifi...