I am flawed. All are, in some sort of way. Can’t break the mold, as they say. But as my days past turn to years and those years start to pile, I have lost more and more of the fear of those flaws. For some of them can never change. And those that can change,…
Tag: death
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.14.18
My fingers are all cut up. It was visceral, last night. A full load of emotions all built up to singing, screaming and playing to the maximum intensity as I was capable. I recall almost passing out at the microphone. And if I fell, who might catch me?
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.30.18
Not meaning to be insulting, but, it is a fool who thinks self-discovery can be accomplished during life.
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.
The Veracious Facade 