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 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 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 6 – Creating Worlds of Fantasy

Writing is a way to make fantasy worlds a reality. It provides a means to accomplishing the childhood dreams that become less possible as we grew up.  As a child, the imagination is so vivid and unregulated. Zero constraints, no rules of reality, no physics, no logic - just pure freedom to think and create... Continue Reading →

Tales of Growing up

There was once a little girl of 3 years. She lived with her family in a small house in a tiny neighborhood. Aside from the girl, the family consisted of a mother, father, a teenage boy, and 2 dogs. The neighborhood was poor, but peaceful, and the trees and flowers were blooming beautifully as springtime... Continue Reading →

It Smells Like Death Here

Smells like death Rotting flesh Nothing left  Makeshift meds Bloody mess All regret  Clean the wreck  Make amends  Start anew Lose a few Find the truth Slice in two  Waterloo Flocks that flew Back to you In the tomb Slow runner Front gunner Lackluster Drug buster Safe summer Steel cutter Flow flutter Green gutter Makes... Continue Reading →

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