Look deep enough into any person and you will find something shining within. ~Haruki Murakami I have stopped merely looking deep into my eyes to find a shining within, instead escalated to excavation, to scraping layer after layer of detritus, bloody-fingered scratching examining through every millimeter for something, anything shining within my soul. Bubkus. Nada. […]
How can I have feelings when my feelings have always been denied? ~John Lennon The mantras drilled into my head was, “Forget about it. Ignore it until it goes away. Act as if nothing is wrong.” Pain, sadness, emotional distress, any nonpositive emotion was to be suppressed, stuffed deep into the bowels to mix with […]
I live in perpetual wonder, a state of awe bordering on the mystical as if I was continually in the presence of an almighty deity whose every breath imparted mystery and wisdom. The awe is not for nature, though the natural world tickles my kibbles. Not so much for manmade objects despite my spending thousands […]
In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the Ditch Just another future song, lonely little kitsch (There’s gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow ~David Bowie And so it came to pass, the selfish seeds vomited not so long ago by the plastic titty […]
If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them. ~Jodi Picoult I feel a need to isolate myself in a black hole where nothing can penetrate because the fear of […]
If they give you ruled paper, write the other way. ~Juan Ramón Jiménez Blank pages never intimidate me. They are a cynosure, barren landscapes beckoning my pen, thirsty to drink my ink that giggle with every stroke leaving a monochrome tattoo. Ruled pages, on the other hand, are terrifying, overbearing, depressing to my creative tendencies.
I dreamed of trying to pull a mask of my face, only to realize that the mask was my face. ~Viet Thanh Nguyen Our masks grow layer by layer by layer with a stealth ensuring we are unaware we have become a parody of societal expectations and the authentic soul is buried so deep we […]