A brain dump

Some find solace as the years progress. Some find love. Some find an emptiness where space was once held in hope for a significant other. My contemplations of which applies to me hold no sway any longer. Writing this post creates a delusion of its own. Although it could be interpreted as gratitude or reflection [...]

Exhale

Breathing becomes laboured when I'm not sure if I want to hold something in, or let it out. Expressing my disappointment at the events that appear to be in an incessant loop feels like an indulgence in futility. I've expressed such disappointment before, yet, here we are. Staring each other in the face again. The [...]

A brain dump

My inclination to write within the context of a universal experience feels insincere and superficial at times. To want to write at all feels like a self indulgent rant or feathering of my own cap. I've abandoned more manuscripts and drafts of old manuscripts these past few weeks than I have all my life. The [...]

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 brain dump

The irony of a brain dump lies in the fact that it is my search for my brain that leads me to want to dump what distracts me from its use. Distraction creeps up, sometimes slowly with warning, but sometimes with devilish bravado unseating my senses and leaving me gasping for reality. Reality has never [...]

A Brain Dump

The short posts don't allow for a meaningful purge of what rumbles inside my head. And there's a lot of rumbling this morning. Having finally published my novel, the reactions I've noted along with the assumptions that people make about my reasons for doing so, are entertaining. I've always taken a morbid pleasure from watching [...]