What is it that I want to say here? I could have sworn I had something. Somewhere in the sleep deprived delirium, looking down upon the last scraps of humanity stumble, bumbling and fighting their way down Bourbon Street. It was something sad, but poetic. A long, drawn sigh… sounding almost sweet after being strangled…
Category: sunday morning thoughts
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.8.17
I see it there. Swaying before my eyes. As it was the day before, and before that. Always there. A different carrot sometimes, but a carrot just the same. And always the same stick. They never mention actually reaching happiness, at least not with grand admiration. The pursuit, however, is quite the big deal. Right…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.1.17
Powerless. To be, powerless. One of the greatest fears that can be held. And perhaps it is only me, but damn, can it be felt often.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.24.17
It must be real. As real as anything else that could be called real. Otherwise the bother would not be had to talk about it. For as far as I can believe, all sorts of nouns have made impact upon me. Personal, historical, communal and oh, so many more. People I have met, or even…
The Veracious Facade 