Suddenly, as if it were injected into me, a thick black veil falls over me; I feel the black dog walking behind me. The black dog, the inescapable feeling that lingers in the recesses of my mind; the ever present feeling that follows me through life. Deeply rooted in the past, in my sadness and … Continue reading The Black Dog.
Author: Dylan Yilmaz
I'm a man who is trying to improve the world. I know this is an arduous task, however, broken down logically it isn't so complicated. The world is made up of individual humans. Change a human, change a part of the world. Start with yourself.
The Tall Poppy.
I am the designer, I am the architect; the one who creates the fabric in which the illusions of our mind dance before us. I am meta, I am the abstract; I am the rules of existence. I see the ends of stories before they begin; aware of the potentialities; how might they manifest? Observer … Continue reading The Tall Poppy.
Live.
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)
