You can't keep what you never find
A Pocket Full of Quarters
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 Frugal Emotionalist
Because like everything else in life, these pieces that make up the whole are complex, simple, honest, and lying, all at the same time.
Joy 2.0
It is a practice in acceptance, a discovery of more tolerance, and a space clearing exercise that helps in these confined times.
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 →
The Spirit and the Squirrel
to throw them at the wall like spaghetti to see if they'll stick. Almost a character study in a vampire's life, there's nothing looking back at me when I check the mirror.
Emotional Current-cy
I only have a buck of emotional money to spend each day...
The Forever People
They are the frequency holders, the butterfly riders, the forever people.
Changing Signs
The signs we put up at first are right on the edges of those places of thought, right next to the addictions, those destinies of disaster.
Afraid to Be Happy
Those same automatics that bring about relapses because of what I describe as that other definition of H.A.L.T., as half assed lazy thinking.
Conflict’s Illusion
Conflict in all its forms has been in my thoughts these last few months. Brought forth not only from the ravages of a world out of tilt, but also by the inside ones that hide amongst everyday actions and thoughts.
Digging In
Working on accepting the hard to accept The warm air felt almost otherworldly as I took my bike on a long overdue ride. I had to get out of the house, there was nothing wrong other than the confinement of the last few months. The clearing of the mind was almost an emergency order as... Continue Reading →
Grafting the Tree
Writing was always a form of therapy, typing the thoughts out often makes things clearer, I see where my mistakes were made, or where the juxtaposition of my thinking took a header off the cliff.
To All Our Affairs
"but those 12 suggestions I followed on the walls of the rooms of AA have left me more capable than ever before to deal with this pandemic."
Tempests Follow 