We ultimately have a responsibility to uphold, and finding those weaving abilities again is just a part of it, and coming this core belief comprehension is just a small part of that.
Children of the Scorn
Avoiding Recovery
"I'm sick of my crap too!"
Overwhelmingly Underwhelmed
This was the place for my long talks, the ones I couldn't find people to listen to.
Planting Whispers in the Soul
Teasing is humility's hammer, it is the great destroyer of egos, and the builder of acceptance.
The Thought Catalog
These days feel like I am more the researcher surveying the damage, with impatient monkeys slapping my ass.
Better People
It is the forgiveness, and acceptance that was developing for yourself was also developing for others, was coloring in their silhouettes.
The Discontinu-um
We didn't destroy the Capitalism train, work, work, work mode. We usurped it with making individuals a commodity. Not only a commodity, but one that can spoil and be ruined at the click of a mouse.
The Borders of Chaos
We are seldom aware of where we humans get our various fuels, our coolants, our spare parts, or when they need changing.
Life’s Symphony
Those frequencies play a music, a life symphony that we are often unaware of, but one that we play in, and conduct from, our own lives mostly unconsciously.
That Familiar Stranger
I expected my childish behaviors and wallowing to win out and comfort me in my pity blanket.
The Exi-stencil Engineer
That circular firing squad of self demolishing thoughts has succeeded in halving their numbers.
Minding Time
The mind is not a clock. It will manipulate and move anything around it needs to in protecting itself, yourself.
The New Manifest Destiny
The question is valid, the answers unclear, our future a coin flip of the human equation.
Growing Thanksgiving
The meal is much smaller now, than it had been in years before, The family that has gathered, knows that there are many more. Their faces and their presence, will not be brought this day, It's a far and silent honor, to the lives at grace we pray. As we give thanks and gather, no... Continue Reading →
Mouse
Sometimes those Forever People pass too soon. I took a picture of you, I know that we're friends That little picture, that we laugh at and send It is just a little snap, of when we went to that place It is not at all needed to remember your face Your smile and aura were... Continue Reading →
Tempests Follow 