Mile #1 is the most psychologically challenging because the brain is arguing, with itself, on whether to keep going or to turn around and go home. Once the first mile is over, the music takes hold and the body has somewhat acclimated to the weather. It’s usually fairly smooth sailing for the upcoming miles.
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Just knowing that someone is there, willing to listen, helps a ton. Even if we speak no words and make no confessions, having another soul close by with open ears can make a huge impact on a damaged soul. Much of the problem nowadays is the fact that we are all too timid to speak... Continue Reading →
