"The world is quiet here ( Read more... )

My disappointment with myself is
quite relentless. Quite baseless. Quietly devouring the hours of the days of the years; ! ! ! !
There is no
there is no reason

If and only if it were good enough to be essentially good and essentially capable.

I have lost perspective. I do not know how to appraise my actions, or how to act, because I no longer know how to appraise my thoughts, or to truly think. I need to establish a center, and to proceed in all matters, calmly - without haste but without hesitance. I must practice being fully present at all moments of my existence, and not allowing my ( Read more... )

I have found that one does not need friendship or acceptance by any one or thousand persons if one instead subsists on spite or, after a level of balance is achieved, courteous, even respectful, indifference. I have been both spiteful and indifferent quite naturally, and have unnaturally been many other things.

And so ( Read more... )

I don't have a clear perspective on myself at the moment. Questions of do I say Hello or Hi or do I greet at all?, plague me. Should I be a playful antagonist, take a stand or take a jibe, be social or reserved, tell jokes, badly or start a conversation about trivialities or politics, philosophy or the existence of God ( Read more... )

I know it is only a matter of perspective, but the world is too literal and I can make nothing of it.

I miss Xalapa ( Read more... )

I feel like screaming, but I lack resolve, and know too that to do so would provide no satisfaction. The neighbours might also become alarmed and I'd really rather not be locally known as that guy who screamed loudly, that one time ( Read more... )

I need to find again that voice, that one voice, wholly mine uttering my words shaping my ideas laying the framework, the stage, and peopling my worlds no matter how limited or drab hackneyed or fantastic ( Read more... )