Why I love the term “bread and circuses” so very very much.

192. You don’t need a path to be fulfilled

For those who are unhappy with where their life’s headed

O Positive Pint

Pardon the creepy picture. It’s really not creepy at all. Can you see my blood? It’s…

75. Living Here in Allentown

Well I’m living here in Allentown
And it’s hard to keep a good man down
But I won’t be getting up today

She bangs the door with both fists

I shout for her to wait, but it’s urgent, whatever this muffled need is. The shower pounds me with hot water and I shut my eyes and wish she’d go away, just for five minutes. But she’s still out there, the smooth flats of her hands slapping over and over against the…

92. Writing down

my thoughts, my feelings, my experiences.

Frosting for Breakfast

Sleepy head and rumpled sheets. One leg wound ‘round. An upturned sole tempting a tickle. A sense of goodwill and a wave of compassion play savior. Plush pile turns to stone en route to coffee. Pity it truly wasn’t a yellow brick road. Perhaps on the return. Freshly brewed, steaming mugs…

Fight

You think you know someone. And then something happens and you find out you absolutely do-not-do-not-nope, and a few more faithfully-held illusions…

I know writing this medium post will not make me happy

(13) But still I am writing it as part of my initiatives to running away

Dear,

Mum

When I was little, my mum was an angel in my eyes.

She would sing me to sleep in the most beautiful voice.

Her kindness was overwhelming, in every situation that involved me.

Pay attention to the story that’s playing in your head

Lamp of love

Days go by with a blink of an eye

Time & Teachers.

Time is a funny thing.

It leaps and scurries. It meanders and dallies. It’s constantly consistent and inconsistently inconstant.

The funny thing is, it doesn’t matter how much Time I wish I had, or how quickly I remark there’s never enough, or how…

Walls of Flesh

~ Walls of Flesh ~

Life isn’t just what is seen in a pretty picture,

But the secrets buried from within the walls of our flesh, and hidden deep inside,

In the eye — #43

You feel as if you’re caught between two weather systems, two climates. Storms rage on either side of you as if you are caught in…

Let It Be Over Already

Tomorrow’s outcome will not change me in one way or another, the sun will still rise and set and I will still go on with my day as…

Hope

Hope is such a fragile thing.

Very enticing, promising better -almost certain of it. And we believe it. How can we not…

6. At home.

Recently, every time I look in the mirror, I begin to feel more at home within myself. I don’t know why that is, but it took long to get to this point.

I like what I see.

Even writing this feels strange.

Dream

Melody of the blues

Sound of the ocean