The night before last was one of short sleep and antagonistically active dreams. Not nightmares, though those are not unknown by your narrator. These were of a different kind. The sort that gets right at one, in ways that can only be done from the unguarded inside. The sort that when one returns from the…
Tag: inspiration
Monday Evening Thoughts: 3.25.24
It feels, a bit, as though I’ve been dampening down parts of myself lately. If not entirely shaving them away. That I’ve been ceasing to be the fuller version of myself that I not only wish to be- but seem to feel the instinctual drive that I must be. Might be hubris, but the ignorance…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.5.24
I struggle with the idea of any destiny beyond that of the self-determined. Which is certainly a contender for the peak point of arrogance. I have a few traits in the running, I suppose. They pair well with the vast array of insecurities.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.22.24
The old electric skull meat is not firing at full capacity, at the moment. Lack of sleep compiled with a rebalancing of chemicals has left my mental quandaries in a vague haze of inexplicable sways. The cost of celebrating the official romantic union of dear friends, multiplied by the exhaustion of making musical racket in…
The Veracious Facade 