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... )

The silent empty street last night under a full blood moon smelled like blooming jasmine. The moon’s face red like it had spent the day at a beach near the equator and forgot sunscreen. Calm among the stars we watched each other, gruntled by the silent emptiness of the night. The moon and I had no need to exchange words we simply consumed the ( Read more... )

Under an eerie waxing crescent moon the traveler went wearily into the night. Having never before been away from home he was now realizing every step made him feel more alone. The dark trees lining the hills on both sides had lost the leaves which softened their branches against the starry night. The tendrils of Earth rising high above him ready to ( Read more... )

One thing humanity is currently comprehending incorrectly is the idea any individual contains flaws, otherwise known as imperfections ( Read more... )

Inside the mind of a giant exists thoughts of how small they are in comparison to things that are larger than they. Words you can swallow, just be sure to chew.

The flames of change are tickling my feet as I am slowly lowered into the fire of discontentment. I ignore the pain hoping someone else will save me before I have to save myself. I show signs of fatigue, anger, frustration, apathy and yet make no change. Life sends challenge after challenge and I let them push me around and, at times, hold me ( Read more... )

The happy fern did not fear the approaching storm for it knew if it died, it would no longer exist.

While the friction was enough to bring the weight of the world to a screeching halt, it did not stop. On it went only delayed for a moment so short only a keen observer would consider to remark. The weight of the world was, of course, supposed to be heavy after all it contained all things. After all things were combined to create the weight of the ( Read more... )

My brother, my brother ( Read more... )