….perhaps 99.9%. Most of the world, if not all, either does not care, or is too delusional to join your journey… …I mean… …tell me your story. Help me see…am I honestly so weird? …no more assumptions. I will dearly listen; for I dearly care. …hello…hello…is there anybody there? …do you feel those stars? Have…
The spider. Don’t forget this. Why did she fall? Physics, of course, but why? What meaning is there? Think with your gut; not your head. Make connections in the mundane. She fell. She was perfect. I was frightened. As was predicted. But she cowered, cold and collapsed in the window frame. She too was afraid.…
One life: that’s what they say. So let me twirl, let me play; Dance like mad in the fading light. But I take your shawl and wrap it tight; you shallow sallow sunken friend; my dearest foe; a gray reflection as I go. Mutual distortions, you and I; Reflecting the will to survive. Yet, some…
Why do we drink and smoke? Send ourselves someplace else? Could it be that we are all artists? And life is our canvas? For those brief moments at long cost, We forget who we were and reconnect to something more primal: the need to be, completely naked, completely innocent, completely free.
Thought for food – 14
On the one side of innocence sits joy; on the other, fear. And the story of your life is written.
Thought for food – 13 – the perfectionist’s reminder
It is rarely as good as you think it must be, or as bad as you fear it will be.
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