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 openContinue reading “The art of trying”
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Forsaken addiction
“… moon to the tides …”
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 CutContinue reading “Friends… How many of us have them?”
Protected: Earning a degree in Humility
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The hollow laughter of making a living – a poem
“… The cost of not doing what you love is … “
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