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It’s crazy…people think I’m soft, soft like a pillow but deep inside – wait, no, just underneath the surface I am hard, hard like metal Hard like steel Titanium Adamantium So hard it may as well be unreal (I’m not real) I drink. I can drink. I do drink; drink rivers Drink waterfalls Drink like … Continue reading
I like to walk. It is not something that I will admit to anyone that I meet. In fact, I will often say things like:
I feel like I’ve been gone a long time; away, on a journey, on an adventure, on a trip that takes trains and automobiles and ferries and planes — on a way forward that makes everything in the past not just simply a memory, but irrelevant, lost to the ether, useless and of no bearing … Continue reading
There exists this strange dichotomy between living in a world that tells you: live your passion; be brave!; don’t hold back; be open and honest; the heart wants what the heart wants; just do it (just do it) justdoitjustdoitjustdoit– And then, in the next breath, you are punished for that.
This is the thing she could not do for me: be unafraid. We could talk about the weather.
She gives me sweaty palms. I met her, randomly, at a party
On Saturday, I looked around, in my house, and it had become home. The very walls were alive, echoing of laughter and voices and a joyful noise – it was filled with that joyful noise, of bonhomie and friendship, the bonds of humanity, a grand synergy that only comes from love, respect, and true affection.
Three days ago, I made a supplication for an ending, for a final decision in this situation that I’ve been entangled in since just about a year ago. I didn’t know who was listening, but– It worked.