One of the worst feelings I think someone can know is the realization that he's overlooked an obvious and devastating flaw in a plan's logic, finding himself emersed in the consequences this negligence warrants ( Read more... )

Sometimes just breathing feels so serene and fulfilling. Simple, yes, but pure in its own right. I could sit and stare for hours.

And sometimes it seems even that wouldn't be enough, as wholey as it might dictate my manner. Satisfaction is fickle ( Read more... )

I stared at a spot on the wall for a while, trying to decide if what I saw was dirt or an insect. I convinced myself it was moving each time I convinced myself it was not. I didn't really need to know. It could have been whatever I wanted; whatever I believed. I looked out of the window then, and finding nothing to keep my interest returned to the ( Read more... )