Chasing ghosts

Of the multiple lifetimes that I’ve endured, reality flirts between the beauty that I saw, and the ugly that I experienced. Sanity was relegated to an after thought when what I saw was a vision uniquely experienced by me. Too real to dismiss, but too fantastical to be believed. It’s the belief that I need…

A silent betrayal

The betrayal of trust is not always due to blatant acts of dishonesty. Most often, it’s the silence or the restraint from a loved one when their words or their embrace is most needed. It’s the shrug when we reach out to them or offer them support, or the deliberate obliviousness when we express our…

My silent scream

When rage is all you have left in you, know that you’ve surrendered yourself to the betrayal of the world. When rage becomes a silent scream or a deliberate protest, despite your best intentions, you are still defined by that betrayal. When rage colours your view of the world, you see demons in angels, and…

Thus, is love lost

In affection, we focus on our beauty In rejection, we focus on our deficiencies Perhaps that’s why the world is so harsh Too many are waiting for their deficiencies to be accepted before they share their beauty Or need their grievances with one to be compensated before they accept the beauty of another. Each time…

A brain dump

I need to return to my self. When the feeling of being adrift and the mental fog merge, the road ahead appears as a romantic setting filled with intrigue and adventure, but little answers. In seeking such answers, I may find new paths and new passions, but such a journey cannot be undertaken when chained…

A walk…and a bit

I stepped on the treadmill today. It’s not my favourite pastime, but I did it anyway. At first, I recalled the time, many years ago, when I first attempted it and found myself winded in less than 3 minutes. I was still working in corporate. Life was lifeless, and purpose was found in servitude. I…