I’m going to the borders
of the waters of the oceans
where the swimming people swim
and the drowning people motion towards the
Edges of the water, and the people building castles
from the remnants of the ocean
and it all becomes a circle of the
People using people from the waters of the oceans
who are drowning near the borders
of the beaches [...]
We all live our lives with some dim hope that maybe we’re making a difference when in reality maybe we should be hoping that the people we meet just completely forget about us.
My past is complete, completion is lacking
I don’t know how any of this is reacting
Mixed in containers, I’m pretending to segment
(for the sake of a change)
Alone and in debt, I don’t know what I’m feeling
Still questioning what is real
but the light at the tunnel gets brighter
(but still the darkness feels… heavy)
Barely moving, I am barely [...]
The Two Windows
I am not a remarkable person by any means. I have not led a remarkable life and I have not done any remarkable things. In fact, my life is the exact opposite of remarkable. As I look out of the window of my life, I see all of the clouds passing me by [...]
When cleaning out the office, I found a scrap of paper onto which I wrote various random bits of words while having a slow day at one of my previous jobs. I’ll post them for your amusement.
I’m not depressed – it’s just keeping up with everyone else’s charades that wears me down.
I won’t waste your [...]
II. Before Perfection comes the art of taking the good
with the bad and rolling with the punches; the lead up
to Life not just simply mimicing a movie
but actually becoming one?
Years before I would meet Heather, my life was a whirlwind of, quite simply put, oddness. I always felt like I was watching a [...]
I. A GIRL COMES INTO MY LIFE WITH
ALL THE MAKINGS OF A GIRLFRIEND,
A FIANCEE, AND A WIFE.
Heather came into my life in the year 0f 2002. We became friends, able to talk to each other on just about every level imaginable. Our relationship as friends climaxed one night in the Maumelle ballpark. [...]
IV. DEATH KNOCKS TO AN EMPTY HOUSE.
My first brush with death was by own hand in 1998. 36 red pills saw to that. My second brush came at the hands of a hallucination, a silver van, and rushed at me at 65 miles per hour.
I was on my way home from a [...]