As fate would have it, I’m exploding like a roman candle.

Apr 30

And I guess I’ll just keep going to the river to pray.
I want my sparkle back.
I’m somebody. I am somebody. I am some body.
Some body made two more bodies.
Bright little humans, we are. Consuming one another, living out bright little American dreams.
When the history books are written, we will be just shooting across the sky. I want it to count.

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My life just became yours to read and interpret.

Aug 30

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“Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.”

Aug 30

Many nights I lay my head down, only to wake a few hours later. But it’s never a mild awakening with the restoration of sleep coming easily. We have a lot of trains around here, which I rarely notice during the day but am harshly reminded by nightfall.
Trains. Hundreds must pass through town at night. Whistles blow, signal bells start ringing incessantly, and on any night when rainfall is absent, I literally can hear the steel wheels whirring against the tracks. This point in a sleepless night, when I start to notice the trains – is a point of no return. If I can hear the wheels passing over the tracks, my brain has switched entirely to a differently level of consciousness. One that must be entertained, distracted at the least. So here we are, words. Here we are, world.

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The most powerful scream.

Aug 14

To learn silence as you’ve learned speech, now that is an interesting thought.
Silence. There’s a quiet power and strength waiting there.
Perhaps if silence can be even a quarter mastered or an eighth practiced,
all the the words built up in that dam of a mind
will settle,
will sort themselves.
Some might evaporate while others float to the top,
rising to the surface through less polluted space for some fresh air and a bit of sunlight.
And then one day when you decide to turn on the faucet,
A steady stream will flow. Not a trickle of cautious doubt or hesitance,
not an outburst of unchecked passion.
Just a steady stream.
Clean. Crisp.
Bright.

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Will you still love me when I’ve got nothing left but my aching soul?

Jul 31

“I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him.”

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