The intentional flow of life
I have a hard time reading this and not feeling at ease.
My soul is a furnace, loudly roaring to life to deliver blasts of heat. My soul is an oven, internalized convection
As the vision of things to come al… The dawning of discontent breeds t… None of us are meant to remain sma… Go forth and be bold. Be brave. B… Fate loves the fearless.
And so, with each coming day The sun rises. And then, with each coming eve The sun also sets. Each day. Every day.
I went away Disappeared for nearly ten years. I came back Revitalized
Floating around the giant blacknes… Teetering on the precipice fightin… Heavy weighs the hesitation that f… No sun. No moon. No stars to guid… Only the cold lonely vacuum of emp…
I have been blessed beyond measure… To have explored our magic realm. Imagination beyond comprehension Between wonder and overwhelm. I’ve seen the scenes of dreams:
The highs get high. The lows get low. Somehow I’m never in between. I try to try. I know you know.
I’m feeling like an airplane that is coming apart at the rivets. My insides are swirling in a violent rage and my soul is struggling to contain the chaos. I’m two days in on a THC fast ...
Great match out there tonight, at least that’s what I was told. I had to deal with things, obligations to uphold. The crowd wasn’t much,
Our idols wear tricky costumes and our peers promote purposeless possessions and projects while our promiscuous pursuits permeate from pathetic powers lacking the passionate presence we...
I love the way he sleeps, my little puppy dog. He stretches out his feet, and makes himself so long. His nose tucked in his paws,
I’m living my life in reverse. Best years last Worst years first Troubled waters drift behind The coast is clear
Vile is the predator That preys upon the minds Of the young and impressionable For the sake of control As a child I was exposed
Summer sunday morning. Angry nineties grunge rock serenading the neighborhood through screens of open windows. Fresh coffee brewing.