Isn't it sad to think of the fate of the sun. An endless cycle of patience as it awaits to greet the moon. Constantly running parallel to an existence so close yet never within reach. I think timing is like that. We plan and plan, we wait with unending patience hoping for that invitation, that… Continue reading Patience & Timing
Author: Byron McLeod
Milkshake connoisseur, anime fanatic, with an honours in literature. This blog is a way to express myself in all my creative endeavors as I travel and experience new things.
Echoes
A thought came to me the other day, of how each person we see and meet gives off a distinct perception of themselves and how the more people we meet over time the more these instances of similarity seem to grow. I think it’s not even their looks or appearance in any way it’s more… Continue reading Echoes
Something pretty
Creased against my mind your breath furrows my thoughts, gently easing my opaque wanderings with your soft brush. Strewn across my existence you have lavished my memories with coloured seams, ebbing away into muddied water. Cordierite bubbles, buoyant in their exuberance, fierce, yet, lonely. A back drop of starry air, glistening in importance and frivolity. Gasping,… Continue reading Something pretty
It is my time.
Jumbled, distracted and devoid of feeling She's soft like the wood I feel everyday, crushed, between the palm of the rocking chair my mind locks me in It taunts me now, promising peace, a transition from young to old But it is to early. It is not my time. I rock back and forth, Whose… Continue reading It is my time.
The elixir of lethargy
You'd think it'd burn when it goes down. A dark shot of the unknown lost amongst an above average placed bed, slightly away from the wall, with the odd itch of a scuttling ant unaware of it's degenerative nature skirting along the dirt stained coverings of an above average apartment parading as a home. You'd think that… Continue reading The elixir of lethargy
Cultural Assimilation
คิดถึง Words expressed from a foreign smile, you smile back, lost in the unfamiliar. Awed by its pristine wonder, you can't help but be captivated by the sounds, complex and illusive, drawing you in like an old friend you haven't seen in a very long time. You sit down at the table, the fire place… Continue reading Cultural Assimilation
A Cacophony of Incoherence
Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action… Continue reading A Cacophony of Incoherence
Ti Amo
Dearest Past, I write this to myself. A reminder of where I am knowing that it won't matter when I find where I need to be. Dear Stranger, I am ashamed to admit that I am not worthy of you yet. Not because of who you are. One can never be less or more in an honest relationship,… Continue reading Ti Amo
I am Byron’s Colon/ I get infected, Byron gets medicated.
Decided no pictures for this post, because it's just a level post of neither ups and downs... Excuse me, I'm fairly mellow-headed right now, hopped up on low grade pain meds for an infected colon. And in this state of mellowness I've decided -which is a big deal in my current state- that I hate… Continue reading I am Byron’s Colon/ I get infected, Byron gets medicated.
Being a Viking: Pillaging 101
Guten tag, dear readers. Yeah I'm trying to get my foreign on so that I feel a bit more prepared for my trip, I know pretty badass of me. It's been an age since I last posted, okay maybe not an age, a span, perhaps? No, no too vague, a significant amount of time? Too… Continue reading Being a Viking: Pillaging 101
Milkshake Thoughts 