Category: Quotidian

-Everything is still unwritten. Our dreams are like scattered ash, the wind blows away. We spend our consciousness, our strength, chasing the shards that are displaced, hoping to collect them all, that the dream may be complete. Each piece we collect feeds the struggling flame within. Each piece allows us to continue, healing the hope that completion maybe possible. I spent a lifetime within my lifetime, being crucified daily by the shoulds and ifs. So scattered, so unsure, praying to something I hoped was there, that this life did in fact hold magic. I wanted more than the ephemeral moments […]

-Me, on an abstract level: an amalgamation of ideas and theories, clever perhaps, or simply perceived as such by the self…moments of slight megalomania, moments of humorous self deprecation, moments of dark clouds over head, moments of fierce confidence that make my physical self echo with the cry for the change that resonates from time to time in my heart, that paradigm shift, longed for at times and given up on at others. Stubborn, optimistic and cynical at once. Life pounds reality and possibility sometimes stuggles to maintain existence. Meandering man perhaps, a dream snuffed, capsized amidst the doors of […]

-I don’t know man, I don’t know, he says. It’s a crazy mixed up world. It’s a crazy place. And I’m here.

-I’m travelling by horseback, there is little I can pack, but I want to take it all. I read once about some architects who have their clients divide their possessions into three piles: maybe, throw away and keep. The first two you throw away. I can’t get myself to do that. Even now, there are boxes in my room, closed and stuffed with the remnants of the manifestations of time past. Sometimes I rummage through them, finding little pices of paper with names and numbers. Sometimes I try calling but get a message informing me that the number is no […]

-It is amazing how some people leave an indelible mark on your life. One that for the life of you you can’t ignore and can’t forget. Though it is washed over by new memories created, and an abundance of thought that wears the paths of cognition, the memory of them remains. Though they have ceased to exist in the space of time that you inhabit, though your reality cannot find them and it is as if they never were except for that memory that has not faded and stands still in the place it always has, though everything around may […]

-My mind stalls. There’s a lapse in time’s progression. It feels like slipping. Slipping away from this world, leaving to some liminal place between here and me. I come back and time has passed, but so slow I wonder if I ever left. How far could I have travelled in so short a time? But there are remnants. Tiny fractured pieces, like latent images scattered and waiting for the searchlight to turn them, emulsion side up. If only they were material. My memories consist of splintered hollographic images of times and places I might have once experienced, along with the […]

-We feel the energy of others and upon finding those whose energy draws to them, a sweet and vibrant flow, we look onto our own. We think to classify, to categorize and to define through our own judgement of the self. It is not for us to label the energy of the self, but simply to be its host.

-There are moments in which you come to a space which feels filled of regression and a voice in you yearns to say, “this is not me.” But the truth is, it is. It is as integral and authentic a part of you as the voice that moves to disown.

– When I was nine, there was darkness. A shadow that has in one way or another shrouded my life. I don’t remember the incident. I wasn’t awake to witness it. All I have are the stories that have helped me piece together the single event in my life that has affected all others and has brought about the circumstances in my life that have led me here, to this moment. Even as I sit here, it is certain that I may not have a story tell if not for the occurrence of this incident. My own memories of the […]

-How is it, darkness falls unto the reaches of a thousand souls and they all still smile…holding onto the fantasy of bliss…you wince, feeling far superior…don’t give yourself any idealistic creeds you say…ASHES, you scream…we all become, you say…you’ve given up on fairy tales…use the lower case to identify them…something of a child’s toy, you claim…in the night time when there is no sound and the light exists only in your mind…you have only nightmares those you’ve created for yourself…and how dare I, you yelled…how dare, how dare, YOU…but the question is not mine to ask…I watch what is occurring […]