closer or further from you, I still don’t know.
Times are changing,
but the pain grows.
I miss you though its hard to remember us.
Your pain, my pain
does it matter?
its only pain
Its fading for you-
your life’s crowded with age-appropriate milestones-
but it hangs around painfully here.
>He was the story
She was the context0
A neurasthenic, well dressed man1 living with a cat
Undresses in front of nobody
A confident liar with womanly hands and a filthy laugh
>Anachronistic but elegant2
>idealistic3. Eyes dark-glassy-blue. Nails unkempt
>compulsively obsessed with high entropy and real life tragedies4
Is never where he really is- withdrawn
“a bit off”, they add
>>>No, not off. Refracted.
>>>Bending a little while traversing mediums. Continue reading
How would it feel to be stuck in one place throughout your life and only be allowed to spectate and not participate? To be alone, grey, barren and lifeless in the cold. To only occupy space and appear dry and brittle. To sound and seem reluctant all the time. To experience a lack of control. To have your dignity stripped by lesser organisms. To be renounced by the very things you nurtured, to know that you are no longer favored as a habitat. How does it feel to lose all your leaves? How cold is the wind that brushes your scars? And snow. And blizzards.
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Character 1: Hey! So do we still need to stop at Sam’s Club?
Character 2: No, I think we are good. We got everything we needed and some more.
Character 1: I am excited about having a basil plant at our place. We should keep it inside, that way the place smells great, you feel me?
Hope you are well. I wrote this at the time of the hurricane but it transpires that I forgot to click send.
How is your family and home? I sincerely hope nothing bad happened. It has been such a long time. Please do write back.
Hi yaaaaaa! I am sitting the kids, so I brought them to play ping pong. If I hadn’t then they would be on their iPads the whole time. How are you doing?
Okay, I think. I just have too much going on inside my head. Continue reading
For every Pablo Picasso there are thousands of nearly-made-its and millions of not-quite-good-enough-to-do-it-full-time types. We are fortunate to belong in an aristocracy. For if we weren’t, then we wouldn’t be allowed the luxury of this discussion. And this very aristocracy allows us certain liberties and freedoms.