20 minutes passed midnight. My eyes are swollen from crying. Thankfully, only for my sake, I was crying over a book. “The Kite Runner” has got to be one of the saddest, most tragic and somberly real books I’ve read. I’ve been blessed with cloudless existence, spotless, virginally white existence. Like a snow without lies, without chilling ( Read more... )

What would be the best illustration? Think about the routine of an everyday life, assuming a life that has entered a somewhat predictable graphic. Lets say we get up every morning at about the same time and our invisible, predictive paths begin. The feet touch the floor at about the same position as every other morning and a person stumbles ( Read more... )

The chocolate covered peanut butter ball is softly squished between my tongue and the upper jaw. I should be long ago abstaining from chocolates to reach back to the size I’ve lost some years ago but instead I marvel at the warmth and the taste of this particularly noteworthy chocolate. My brain is pleasantly void of emotions or of feelings that ( Read more... )

Horrific stream of news keeps coming out of New Orleans. People have turned to animals, looting the stores and raping children. My imaginary literary world and consequent wishful hopes in humanity were replaced by a bubbling anger, a rage. Fists cringe at the mere thoughts of the hellish nightmare that is happening there right now. How can ( Read more... )

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Some people at work are organizing a team skydiving trip. I’ve jumped once before and so I know I can do it but my knees begin to shake at a mere thought of the jump. An immediate wave of weakness shocks through my body and I feel how my pupils enlarge as the notion of a plane is being processed. Without a question, there is a bigger ( Read more... )

Back when I was living up in Harlem, there was this old lady who lived in our building, up on the 14th floor. Right below the roof. And we lived on the 12th floor, but this was one of these older buildings that didn’t have a 13th floor, so we were like right below her in the apartment right under her apartment and we could hear everything she did ( Read more... )

Although each of use a human entity, it is only the differences between humans that makes us unique. A derivative, a delta between my and thy neighbor that veils itself as mine or his persona. A natural conclusion out of it is that smaller differences cause people to naturally bind together and which in turn, is no more than their quest for ( Read more... )

12pm, just before bed ( Read more... )

So when does your drunken world of illumined thoughts get mixed into the reality? I wish that two would correlate and find that happy medium. But I guess certain drugs are able to deliver just that! Oh how I wish that the delirium of my mind would coincide with the routines of life. To live each day walking on the edge of the blade and not give ( Read more... )