Go do what you wanna do. Do it by yourself. Live your best life; don't wait for others. Lead the way. People will come and go but you, you are here to stay.
words.
Sometimes words escape me.
The marionette.
To feel is such a beautiful thing. Pain and joy are one and of the same; both are born from the same energy, and it is in the same space do we become aware of each. Both are born instantaneously, they are born of the ether, apparently apparating into existence. They appear and without notice … Continue reading The marionette.
The hero’s lullaby.
What would ye say to the half-slain hero? Would thou house him, even for just a night? Doth thou have beer to quench his thirst? Perhaps a bed for him to rest his head, even just for a night? Innkeeper, please spare him a thought, for the half-slain hero is stuck between hell and highwater; … Continue reading The hero’s lullaby.
D the A (Dylan the Armadillo)
When I feel threatened I close up; I'm actually not that different to a small animal, except that I am definitely not small. My walls go up, and my forcefield is engaged. Away, away, pushing away; reflexively I push. I push to protect, I push to protect my belly, where my organs live. My heart … Continue reading D the A (Dylan the Armadillo)
The Feudal Grip.
There once was a princess, a young girl of only eighteen. And she lived in a palace where the grass was green and the trees offered her ripe fruits as she walked by. The palace was a place of provision, of safety, of life and of nourishment; there was just one problem... The princess was … Continue reading The Feudal Grip.
The Hollow Reverberation.
We Humans are plagued with awareness of self and future. Self-awareness, of our insufficiencies, particularly. An awareness of what is to come, or what is to never reach us... what will never come forth into being. Trepidation and anxiety, served to all Humans on a silver platter; an omnipotent and timeless feast. A feast that … Continue reading The Hollow Reverberation.
