There is no mercy in this life except in it’s ending, even that is not always promised well. What force holds sway these dark shadows from the light of day? *Depression is a sane response to an insane world.
The universe might be mathematical in nature, but life is not. Not when the smallest of moments hold the greatest value, when an entire lifetime is greater than the sum of it’s parts. It’s finding that part of the universal equation where synchronisty & synergy meet that makes life worth living.
Is it egotistical for the writer to believe they can create something worthy of someone’s time and attention? (as if that’s even the point) To create little or vast pocket universes, alternate realities, that capture the imagination and transports the reader to ideas and places undiscovered. Perhaps it’s more accurate to say, “rediscovered”; because there… Continue reading Saturday Morning Thoughts
changes of weather shift expectations in uncomfortable ways to say I understood would be a lie more like a sad acceptance waiting on words lost meaning still, never knowing why, why speaking from the heart rarely receives what it deserves
What follows was not written by me, but rather is something remembered that I think all of us can relate to at one time or other in our lives. Truthfully lost my literary voice sometime ago and struggling to find it again amidst difficult times(sigh). Knowing that so many deal with hardships greater than my own… Continue reading Remembered
still life waits in poise shadow & light not taking flight in grace we glimpse God’s face like avian dreams
In silence we hoard our words, gathering them into ourselves, cherishing syllables, adoring every letter’s forming shape and sound, that feels like curvatures in space sparking fires that art for release
“finding it solarplexusly painful how hope brought in a moment can be dashed to bits the next even though this appears to be a reoccurring theme with you” -said dysfunction to mental health
Life is so fucking fragile Never take it or those in yours for granted Love you Mom ღ
blinded windows shuttered darkened, cluttered space metaphors a lifetime of holdings past expiration a thirsty tangerine parched, arid throated rested on a dusty shelf waiting for spring dew never being realized even deserts are deserving of tears underwhelming this concern overwhelms intended words a great one for proselytizing the follow through leaves… Continue reading Past expiration