My age freaks me out constantly. Not my age, really, more the speedy passage of time. I feel like this entire year was lost to me. It hardly exists in my memories; my brain knows that it happened, but my body is still lost in that junior year fall and some of spring. Most of it is the fall because when I have those moments of sudden shake, when the ( Read more... )

Today I read an article claiming that atheism will overpower religion by 2038. I have to say that it is one of the most distressing things that I have heard in a while, and that's really saying a lot. "The basic idea is that as people become more affluent, they are less worried about lacking for basic necessities, or dying early from violence or ( Read more... )

What do you do when your heart and your soul are at war with one another? I thought they lived in the same place, went to the same parties, hung out together. Apparently they had a big ol' fight when I wasn't paying attention, because right now they're terrorizing one each other.


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I have no momentum whatsoever. There is nothing in my life that is propelling me forward, and I am sorry that's the answer. I'm not helping matters by pedaling backwards constantly, reliving a body that was apparently only temporary. I just want freedom in some aspect of my life right now, or I feel like I'll go insane for lack of power.


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Am I the swirling mass of cloud and of scent that immerses the light? Its rhymes and rhythms buzz in my head like the still-affected springs. Something has brushed it, nudged it, SLAMMED it, and it will not stop the buzz until it finds its balance again.

twang there. are. the. fifty. CONNECT. too long. too late. too languid. too latent ( Read more... )

It alarms me to be back here, in front of the blinking cursor which compels me to push it forward- keep the flow moving with words and with my soul. How to focus back into the reality that is passing faster than I'm ready for? What is it that cuts me off? -is it the plant, the drinks, the comfort, the prison, the chemical imbalance? who? knows ( Read more... )

In order to fly, one must first scrape the sludge off one's wings and stretch them. They may not work at first, but it is what you have been born to. You can't fight nature.

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