It's no secret that we're both losing time

Even the poorly maintained art exhibits are an insult, unnecessary against Her backdrop. Man's brutish insistence on making his omnipotence known. Bored, as usual, as if nature's mingling was not interesting enough. A time ago, it was She who was ever present...

If your vision is too vast, your mind can eclipse your sight.

between what and what?

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It will never be what it was
And what it is remains a mystery
But the prospect of what it will be, is infinite.

But what is writing if not for evidence of thoughts, thoughts that can't be trusted spewing with emotion waiting to betray me. The strength in my writing has always been the raw emotion, the nonlinear irrational thought pattern that has carved me up more times than allow myself to acknowledge. How can I learn to write as a conscious observer? ( Read more... )

I believe I understand why I stopped writing for so long. It has been in an effort to keep myself sane, balanced. When I write, I engage all of the thought processes I have been attempting to train myself to keep at bay. I engage the ego, that spiritual parasite that does not care whether I am put away in an institution to "heal." It does not care ( Read more... )

She's the complete package. A true renaissance woman for your Davinci mind. She's ready for delivery.
I am here flawed and looking at so many loose ends, unfinished business and good intentions...

Hello again, my old friend.

So last I heard, he bought himself a Harley and moved on out to Black River. Everytime I'd walk into another bar, my heart would flutter till I looked around and saw he wasn't there. Till I heard the news I'd been crossin my fingers everyday that he'd wander right in to Slickers just to see my face. But now that I know he's gone, I've gotta move ( Read more... )

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