“What I do for a living is not what I’m supposed to with my life.” These were the words that dripped from my lips before I took this picture in the waning days of summer. It wasn’t long after that I adopted this as my mantra. It is been nearly 10 years since my serialContinue reading “When I spoke truth to myself”
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Harboring treasonous thoughts or not?
In a world where the foundation is skewed towards the slow erosion of our humanity in exchange for likes and shares. I find that I have grown jaded, much to my dismay. Endeavoring to be consequential is met with a proverbial rolling of the eyes. Where admitting that you are a flawed, malleable, yet functioningContinue reading “Harboring treasonous thoughts or not?”
The Omen in the laundry room
“… in my direction at a high speed …”
Sometimes I have to remind myself
I’ve written about this ongoing journey of mine on a number of occasions and I often feel the need to utilize repetition lest I forget. Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror, studying myself with a piercing gaze as I recite… “What I do for a living isn’t what I am supposed to do withContinue reading “Sometimes I have to remind myself”
Just an epiphany of sorts…
It is a fools errand to demand for one to “get over it” while reclining in the luxury of never having had to go through it. There is an uncertain ease in always being on the right side of an issue. That being said, it is only logical that one would summon all of theContinue reading “Just an epiphany of sorts…”
Holding captives
Untenable magnetism manifesting… Fission division incisions in reality with sanity a casualty. An effigy of allurement procurement holding its captives… Under a gaze of assiduous addiction.
Under the Baobab Tree
I’ve been at a loss for words as of late. This is something that commonly happens when I go too long between excursions. Silence… Has escaped me. Silence. Affords me a clarity that I am unable to get elsewhere. The static of the daily becomes toxic and overwhelming, leaving me useless. Last week while inContinue reading “Under the Baobab Tree”
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