When the light goes out, and it will or has ,there will be no heaven or hell. Just a dark nothingness for me. I will be gone. But don’t give up. I didn’t. I went fighting and shouting, angry and determined with fiery will and desire, love and trust. It is what it is. But …
Life is a hollow empty cocoon, that we all stare from. Cool night, high up. My bare feet, naked body in the dark, the wind on my skin, on the edge, looking down, thinking about my ways? My Itsy-bitsy cute feet: listen to me. Keep listening to me. If I want to dance here, free …
Sometimes I wonder if getting married and having children is the result of running out of things to do in life.
I like to think happiness is an immortal sleeping dog – I know it’s there, and while it sleeps, it doesn’t move or make a sound. It’s a dormant happiness. For however long it sleeps, my only happiness is this constant, of knowing, that the dog is always there. I find solace in thinking that …
Elbows on glass tables, faces in hands, shoulders heavy. Everything reminds me. Where to go to now?
Spanish girl, oh Spanish girl. Your dark brown eyes look cautiously into my mind trying to find somewhere in there. I try to say to myself, that there is no way in, don’t look at yourself in the mirror too often, its a one way street going somewhere I can’t go. I’m half of what you …
I nearly quit my job today. I may still. Sometimes it’s just not what you thought it was. It’s becomes different, detached and dismal. My boss said that I should take a holiday, it’s stress. It might be. He even said that maybe I’m depressed – that’s stupid, I’m not depressed, I’m bored and I’m …
I feel quite today. It started yesterday afternoon and as it did, I felt bad. being quite feels like the best way to deal with it. It’s almost like knowing that it will help. I have no problem with being alone and I’m not lonely – they are different. Sometimes I don’t like some people …
a wound of soul is fundamental.. it pains because its true and free, honest and essential. its with you when you are alone. its a disease that no cover can heal. its inherent, unchanging. No stronger weapon can match it, no man can harness it – it is a rearing stallion, the grains that fall …
You know, the more I think about it the more I realize that everyones perfect life is different. For a long time, I think the perception for me was that life was being able to dance, or laugh or get married or to be that uncle that everyone likes or that person who is so …