Heartfelt appreciation and thank you’s

There are a host of thoughts rushing through my mind at the time of this writing. Perhaps, I am writing as an acknowledgement of the apprehension I harbor at confronting the specter of doubt that periodically haunts me, but it would be foolhardy for me to ignore its presence. As I comb through a litany …

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The art of trying

I'm trying... To live life, rather than life living me. I'm trying... To stay sane in the midst of the torrential clatter, chatter pitter, patter... The rain and thunder of insanity. I'm trying... To insulate inoculate and envelope, myself in a place... Fortified, encased... In a realm assured that I remain impervious... But, humbly open …

Forsaken addiction

Your pull is like the Earth to the Moon. The moon to the tides. A magnet to metal. Your visage... Runs contrary to the laws of physics; psychic; supernatural; otherworldly. But... Terrestrial in orgin. But when starved of the embrace that affords nourishment that foraging does not supply. It leaves one barren, hollowed and emaciated …

Friends… How many of us have them?

What are friends. If they don’t inspire you? If they don’t reflect back what was freely given Without an expectation of a ROI. Friends are always there, their presence not predicated on when they need something, as they callously sling The painful darts of… Let me, gimme, I need, can you? As these words Cut …