The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide to The Galaxy has always been a rescue for me whenever I have been sad, lonely and whenever I didn’t feel like dealing with the world. Reading it has always been like sitting next to a totally bizarre person in an airport waiting area, a person you encounter every time you… Continue reading 42
Here’s a lame post to tell all those assholes out there who spent a lifetime bringing me down… Suck it, you sorry bunch of pathetic losers. I am imagining myself flying towards my fortress in the sky, soaring up..light and un-tethered. I see myself reach there, folding my wings back, looking down upon the world… Continue reading Just a shout out
Sometimes I start talking and stop because a voice inside begs me to (not a ‘voice’, voice). I see the look at the other person(s) face and my tongue slips a little. That is my cue to stop talking. And then suddenly I am tired. Then I just feel like being quiet for the rest… Continue reading I Understand Now What My Mom Meant by ‘Books will ruin your brain’
This post is full of shameless self praise and big-headedness,with a score of judgement on every living soul I have met. Those who take offense easy, You've been warned. I am creature of impulse, not of calculation. There was once a time I regretted it, but now I don’t. When I was very young I… Continue reading Ode to Idiots
There stood a tree, balding Shaken, dry but bold- A bitter empty existence, In the clearing by my road. What worth is it? I asked This unevolved continual- Why live with these rocks and that Sun With them foreign and those cruel? But silent, he stood tall. Old, barren but alive. And lived in his… Continue reading In the Review Mirror
The reason I put '2016' as the title is because I couldn't think of any. I haven't written anything in a long long time and that isn't just one of those 'falling out of blogging' things. I couldn't write anymore. And now, as my hands fly over the rusty keys of my trusted computer...I don't… Continue reading Twenty Sixteen
I have written about my heart being heavy, I have written about it being broken. I have written about being happy, I have written about being content. For anyone who ever cared and to whomsoever it ever concerened...I have written it all. And then I stopped, for I had no new feelings to talk about,… Continue reading I am not allowed to be afraid.