Have the seasons started slipping away at increased speed, or is it that my attention is not what it used to be? And while that thought whirls about the cosmos of my mind, I wonder whether it is being resolute in my tenets, or just stubborn and bound by the ignorance of my own myth…
Tag: choice
Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.17.26
Perhaps the lull in ambition arises from a lack of discipline. Or some twisted overfocus on all that isn’t. Perhaps it is but a constant bout with, and of self-denial.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.1.25
These keys, this quest- it draws me here, yet again. Be it madness or benevolence, this inescapable ideological interrogation inspires further inquiry into the soul I call home. Will we get any closer? Perhaps. Further away? I hope not, though in ways that must be a bit unavoidable, at least in the temporary.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.8.25
Someone called me a walking autumn, earlier today. I wonder if she can see all my impending decay. Aesthetic, though it might be. And the cooler air is better for breathing, even when stalled in bouts of mild hyperventilating, from time to time.
