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.
Life is like sand through the fingers; the more you try and hold on, the more it slips away from you. Curious how we Humans seem to take forever to learn a lesson, and only after enduring the pain of being do we begin to learn. It seems as if it's impossible to hold onto … Continue reading Sand.
Have you ever gazed upon the world with a bleak stare? I have. Loneliness is a wretched beast; an enveloping feeling of which carries me down the road. My true nature is one of routine, a nature that sits like a statue on baron ground... unwavering, unchanged and desolate. I fight my true nature by … Continue reading Bleak city stare.
I'm myself every second of every day, but lately, I've been feeling increasingly discouraged to continue, should I wear this socially constructed facade? In tribal times, being different meant putting the group in danger; failure to conform meant you were the weakest link, an unreliable chink. However, in modern times, societal norms do not directly … Continue reading I wish I was an emperor penguin.
My eyes aren't focusing like they used to. My thoughts are erratic. I'm locked into internal moral battle. These words are too difficult to articulate. "The unexamined life is not worth living." - Plato The overexamined life is analytical hell. It's a miracle the whole world aren't drug addicts, or searching for a bullet for their … Continue reading Fragmented.