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…
Category: sunday morning thoughts
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.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 5.20.18
It has been a while. Almost feels like a first time. Again. Hiatus explanations are weak, however. At least compared to the effect of what is supposed to follow. Not to put myself in a position to sell said self as successful. Nor to contradict towards failure.
The Veracious Facade 