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 [...]

Restless souls write

Restless souls writeAnxious souls readComplacent souls pay no heedAnd then there's me. Fitting uncomfortably in each space, while not fitting in at all. There's a blessing in being anomalous. It spares us the slavery of living by rules. But blessings don't occur without burdens, and the burden of being anomalous is the restlessness that it [...]

Opportune Moments

Tonight I was reminded of many things. Important things. Calling them things undermines the significance of it, but such is life. It turns the ordinary into elusive extraordinary moments, and turns the defining moments into passing glimpses of what was or what might have been. I was reminded of something I read on the blog [...]

Authentic Toxicity

Therapeutic expression has been elusive for some time now. Deliberately writing to finish a compilation of thoughts tends to constrain the thoughts themselves. It feels like herding cats, a sensation akin to seeking constructive engagement in a toxic environment. The benefit of a toxic environment is that it tends to provide sufficient distractions from the [...]

To Write the Wrong

I recently set out in earnest to write the book that I've been threatening to write for so many years now. The better part of the last few years was spent contemplating whether or not I had anything of real value to add to the clutter out there. This was easily over shadowed by whether [...]

The Silent Statement

My thoughts are often as complicated to grasp as my writing is to read. I sometimes read through some of my older posts and wonder how anyone could have gotten the point when I struggle to follow the thought process myself. I used to relate it all much more simplistically in the past. It was [...]