Solving many people's needs will earn you a living, solving the world's needs will earn you a fortune ( Read more... )

Sleep passes so violently fast causing the sun to rise and fall with unprecedented speed and hostility. I’m afraid my shallow breathing is causing time to dry up like an old sponge that hasn’t touched water for months after half a decade of continuous use. I myself am drying up when, in fact, I wish I was drying out. What a good time to fall in ( Read more... )

The end of the whip is a treacherous place to be. What is set in motion layers as the smallest movement grows into an inevitable crack in the sound barrier. The noise comes all at once and depending where the observer is in relation to the ultimate release of energy it can be reasoned that the sound comes from the leather tip. The gods of the gods ( Read more... )

Rygo’s inherited his bloodline from Bjorn and Helga Jogannsson, but neither lived long enough to give him a name. Helga died in childbirth and Bjorn was overwhelmed with sadness and hatred for a short period after Helga’s death before drinking and gambling away all of the family’s wealth. During his last night in Norrath, Bjorn unknowingly found ( Read more... )

I am being held captive by the person within. Imprisoned by fictional barriers. I am slowly letting the person I want to be, die. Always willing to tell someone else what I think they should do but never apply the advice to myself ( Read more... )

Spending time alone is comfortable because it matches how I feel. Even around people I love, I’m really alone inside myself. There will always be a barrier between everyone and everything. But the worst kind of loneliness is being separated from yourself. Separated from your hope, separated from your ambition. At least in a crowd I can look at all ( Read more... )

We used to dig holes just to say we were going to dig till we found China. Stupid kids didn’t understand the core of the earth is molten nickel. Long talks made longer by the inability to grasp the treachery of aging. Songs sung flat and out of key without a single ear to hear or a care to share. Relentless search for understanding quickly fades ( Read more... )

Tightly wound chains hang ( Read more... )

I wish I could understand why I can never fully connect with reality. I don’t feel endless pain, bouts of debilitating terror, crippling loneliness. I feel like a program written to catalogue and search but never rest. Like part of me has to be tied up in, and fixated on, a temporary purpose ( Read more... )

These words were slamming against the inside of my skull searching for a way out. Now they are stuck to the miscellaneous oblivion of this old journal and while we will probably be the only ones who ever read them, at least we will know where to find them ( Read more... )