The wonder whether I was ever as able as I once thought, or if my ego disguised my own powerlessness from me- that conundrum weighs heavy on my mind. There was a dream. Not last night, but the one prior. A dream that pulled at emotions I thought dissolved. They were not, it…
Tag: evening post
Monday Evening Post: 5.4.20
I wanted to say it was anxiousness that caught me before I sat here to write. It was not. It was fear.
Thursday Evening Post: 4.9.20
Good things should come from all of this. It most certainly seems a lot like it’ll be the inverse such a statement- but every crisis is an opportunity. Or so has been heard said. And though there will be and already are likely means of malevolence about this yet unseen post-modern predicament our species finds…
Thursday Evening Post: 3.26.20
I suppose now would be a good time to put the grind down on those bad habits. Said most everyone on the planet at once. Just had a spell of anxiety, myself. We’re familiar dance partners, so I can diagnose it pretty quick. I’ve had far worse doses in my past. And was in far…
The Veracious Facade 