Sometimes words escape me.
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.
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.
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)
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.
Remember the time, remember the first, the first time you felt; turbulent energy, dancing like fire, dancing around inside you, emitting a warm glow. The feeling of instability, you know the one? The voice that whispers words of uncertainty, the sounds that provoke the feeling like you're lost in the woods without a flame, walking … Continue reading The unknown.
Have you ever felt unworthy, like your value is zero? Have you ever been left feeling inadequate upon observing someone who is absolutely killing it? It's as if a light has been shone directly on your insufficiencies. Me too. And it seems that no matter how hard I run from laziness, the omnipresent dark shadow … Continue reading Unworthy.