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Be wary the optimist

Never trust an optimist. You see, a cynic will simply fail to take action. A realist will only do as much as they think will have real impact. But an optimist has tied his identity to the positive, in being right, and will be willing to commit terrible acts to make it so. The only … Continue reading

For want of everything

I want everything for us. I want for us to have a full life. Continue reading

This encroaching weakness

Some days, I feel it. I am still young (enough) but I am no longer simply young. My bones, they creak

May he rest in peace

Suicide is nothing short of robbery. Grand larceny. Theft! Theft, the theft, the stealing of something priceless, irreplaceable; an object that cannot be replaced. The theft of a person. The stealing of a human soul. The early end where so much more was to be had, to be found, to be given To be lived.

Senseless

Sometimes at the end of a long day I look around and I am struck by how suddenly incomprehensible the world seems. It makes no sense — I am rendered senseless — about all the trappings and typicalities of “living”.

a primary truth

Too often we see essays, diatribes, against the “cult of womanhood”, as women writers often speak of heartbreak and emotions; of feelings and pain and hurt — the undertone is that this is a weakness, it is a recessional of the weak, about the weak, and for the weak. They are wrong.

Oppositions

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.

The tiny hours, redux

If no one ever hears the stories again, did they really happen?

Hidden truths

The moment my friends tell me, after an evening out or a great weekend, that they want their spouse, partner, girlfriend, boyfriend, lover, paramour, crush, et al. to be like me, they diminish themselves in my eyes. I say this not meanly but honestly.

First Lines #2

The first sensation you have upon waking is pressure. No, wait, that’s not right. It’s more than just pressure; it’s The Pressure. And sometimes, you can’t even breathe.

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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