Things must change. It is inevitable.

Everything's just great, and as i say it, i find myself digging deep, sometimes momentarily lost in thought. I do it all the time, and all the time hoping to find a little hint in my words. Is it now ( Read more... )

This universal mind is no stranger to us all. We each share a part in the universal mind, only people and their respective cultures believe in it differently ( Read more... )

I write with a longing for meaning, a message much like a silver lining amongst the clouds. I search for sense, even at times to leave readers hanging - of course hoping to part with a curious question for you to think about. Most of the time, I try too hard that I end up with trite, beating around the bush type of rubbish. Well, I try ( Read more... )

A stick, just a stick, just like so many I’ve smoked. Does it really make a difference? I’m holding another, one of the thousands I’ve burned; inhaled, clouding my lungs.. For what? the mental confidant of an outlet, a chase of addiction? Or an escape ( Read more... )

I want to be everything I can’t be. I want to have everything I can’t have. I want, and I see it everyday. Everyday I can’t have. And even though I know in my gut that if the world turns upside down I can never have what I want, I still hope I could have it, still dream I have it, still live like I have it. But it never was, never is or probably ( Read more... )

temptation, do you feel it?

temptation is a luring to your hearts deepest desires.

can you run from it? can you resist the deception?

temptation... i'd say a person is like a clean sheet of paper. the cleaner it is, the easier it is to be stained. just like any other, when you resist, all the more you're tempted.

I look outside the window and ask myself what I’m writing about. Blank again. These past few days have been so empty. It reminds me of the cup of coffee I had this afternoon at Dunkin Donuts. It was the same order every time for the past two weeks, two ‘Choco Honey Dip’ donuts and a cup of coffee. The donuts were normal; same old sweet favorites. ( Read more... )

My book is finally open. I’m getting back on old Leighthold with a vengeance. With renewed spirit I burn the mid night oil. Acceptance has helped me keep sane, but effort is at long last keeping me at this intellectual battle with the ultimate enemy of all engineering majors - the dreaded calculus ( Read more... )

There was silence. Everything real ceased to exist. For the first time in more than a day and a half, my mind was finally at rest. Nothing mattered. My surroundings vanished. My body seemed weightless. I was at peace. I saw nothing, thought nothing and felt nothing but solace ( Read more... )