another grey sunday morninggives continuous opportunitiesfor joy and creativity fleeting distractionsbecome irrelevant mind gamesas the most powerful force in the universetakes the stage again and againthis truth is self-evidentlike the taste of chocolate embraced nowthe day becomes onewith every otherin a system as containedas the laws of motion a smilea heartfelt declarationfrom the gentle touchof [...]
a stale metaphorof hope and renewalappears now portraits in desperation bursting forthfull of lifeperennial gracefully they bend upwardwith the confidenceof youth and nutrition oblivious to the bufferingwinds of april’s natureor mother’s current mood will grass followtheir follyas the treessurely must thereforeis it notcompletely soabsurd perhaps hope might sufferthe same fateand live m(-_-)m
everything looks dead barely enough moisture leftfrom the lastdirty brown snow carcassslowly meltingin an ugly clumpunder lonely industrial shadowsat the end of the street to feed the dribbling stainon the sadbroken pavementwe pray in vainfor more bone drybarren branches snapunder the slightest pressure it is yet unclearif buds will come againafter that global liekilled their [...]
they went about their businessknowing nothingcontrolling everythingand expecting us to believe in them they couldn’t have beenmore wrongbut then you knew that you knew that if anyone ever leaned the truth about their plan they might also doubt gravity itself and just float off into God knows where why should we care nothing we’ve tried [...]
the gentle warmthfrom a lover’s smilethe calmsteady heartbeatwalking alongpristinesandy beachesfills the lungs from whereis this peacewhat magic that stills the raging madnessthe painof indecisionand iniquity the birdsongthat is everyeternal soulbrings us backto simpler days a timewhen one could tastethe colors of winteras the truthof friendship the day’s greatest challengewas a pebblein a neighbor’s shoe bless [...]
thank youold friendfor opening this small peepholeinto conscious awareness living wellis such a blessingthere can be no doubtand no amount of gratitudewill suffice so againthank you love will attest to thislove will remainlong after the windand rainhave finally dissolvedthe last of the great pyramids and as every other wispof undifferentiated nothingnesswill inevitably come to knowtheir [...]
i gazenearly blindto the realityof my own reflection every blemishevery scartells its story from the divot in my foreheadcarved out by that baseball batso long agoto the sadness linesfrom some foolishness feltonly this morning to be awarein this momentis a choice to be so bludgeonedand beguiledstrikes me like the memoryof every crimeevery humiliationmy ego has [...]