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?
Tag: failure
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: 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…
The Veracious Facade 