The shards of broken stumps that were once covered by the floodwaters have now been revealed in the summer drought. Hiding bottles from the drunk man and blaming the devil for his addiction when it’s his own fault. He let the devil in and he must run the devil out himself. The reason you can’t anymore... Continue Reading →
Day 16 – Adapt and Overcome
We breathe oxygen because that’s what our planet gave us to survive on. It’s not the other way around - we weren’t given oxygen because we needed it. We evolved to breathe oxygen because that’s what was available. So life on other planets might not breathe oxygen at all. They would have evolved to breathe... Continue Reading →
Day 15 – Bloody and Desensitized
We become desensitized to the tragedy. Nothing shocks us anymore. We’ve grown used to the murders and attacks of terror. In fact, we expect madness to come in swarms of destruction. There was a lot of blood. To be fair, there’s always a lot of blood on the floor when the deed is done. Lately,... Continue Reading →
Day 14 – Everyone’s Wrong
I likely could and quite probably should. Different context, same concept. Simple pretext, common content. They lie, we eat, we die, they feast. If you thought I could move on, then you’re way more insane than I ever was. If the vast majority does not agree then the masses around are wrong, you see? I'm... Continue Reading →
Day 13 – Fantasies and Realities
We all have different dreams…and that’s the problem. We want different endgames and therefore can never truly get the fantasy we dream of. Because for dreams we need players, and each player has to perform exactly along the scripted lines. Otherwise, nothing is accomplished. The issue is that all players are real humans, and all... Continue Reading →
Day 12 – Connecting Through Darkness
Darkness is like an extra appendage extending from my forehead. Others can see its concrete manifestations through my actions and words. They know it haunts me. Just like an unwanted tumor, it isn’t easily removed. I can’t take this knife and slice it off, I can’t pay a doctor for a surgical saw. It’s a... Continue Reading →
Day 11 – Freedom in Recon Cove
I dream to be a crane on the lake. Or a pelican near the sea. In the trees on the coast hides the entrance to the cove. Follow the labyrinth of water trails as it twists and turns and leads to a secret home within leaves and life. There, it’s safe - safe to be... Continue Reading →
Day 10 – Worms in My Fingers
Worms in my fingers with a silence bound to linger. Danger is the trigger for an ocean bound spinner. A novel of nothing drops hints about running. Subtle messages are coming from a gage of good hunting. We’re on different teams but part of the same dream. Everyday I lose more and more faith in... Continue Reading →
Day 9 – Memories of Warm Days and Rocks
Rocks She explored a bit it was quickly taken to the rocks of the driveway. She liked to pick them up, feel of them, and then place them in random places through the backyard - mainly the puppy pen and the mound of dirt I was working with. Those rocks kept her busy and she... Continue Reading →
Day 8 – Nothing To Be Sorry For
It took me a long time to forgive myself and even longer to realize that I never had any reason to be sorry in my the first place. I was only 18. That might be the weakest, most cliche excuse in the book. Who cares? I was only 18 and I made a mistake. Welcome... Continue Reading →