It is how we see ourselves? Or how all the others see us? I suppose I’ve been in midst of one. Again. I suppose everyone goes through them. Periodically, until we fall down under the dirt. All this wondering about who. And the subsequent how and why. Though this wouldn’t be called a crisis. More…
Author: bruceduluoze
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.17.18
No two are the same. Similar, sure. Almost exact, but never the same. And perhaps wilder than that is how little time they spend in the now. Hours, or more, in anticipation. Anxious for what is to come. Excited. Hopeful. Or even drenched in dread. Much time is spent waiting for these moments to arrive….
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.10.18
This will not be the pity parade bummer of last week. Nor with it be sunshine and bullshit. The whole of my existence is between those two, never nearing one side too often.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.3.18
To be honest would be to say that something feels ill inside of me. Somewhere in what the poets call a soul. The desire to be positive in all this exists. But to tell truths requires straying away from the sunshine and such themes.
The Veracious Facade 