My headphones are on repeat, over and over listening to my own memories. Its soft, but upbeat. It's sarcastic and witty, and you know, I find myself there, against the backdrop of myself, listening to my own song. My own life. -Winter reflections under the covers The chorus of the song I've been listening to… Continue reading Give Yourself A Try – 1975
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Writing for writings sake
Recently I was sent a message calling into question the reception of my blog and the writing I do in general. The gist of the message was basically no one reads what I write and I think, as anyone can tell you when someone calls into question the worth of their work, that its a… Continue reading Writing for writings sake
Your own voice
I've been re-reading a lot of the posts that I've written before this and its made me realize how important the past is for a writer. All I can picture is this graphite HB pencil gliding across a page over and over again. It's kind of like in school where you would have your favorite… Continue reading Your own voice
The Learning, the Teaching and the Stallion Motorcycle.
“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ― C.S. Lewis I've read a large amount of C.S. Lewis. I've sat in on lectures and discussed, debated and thought about the kinds of things he thought about: Life, children and everything in between. And I think now after having been an… Continue reading The Learning, the Teaching and the Stallion Motorcycle.
That time, this place.
Can you see that scent over the horizon? Scorched across the back of your tongue, like that first tequila of the night, what a time to be alive. I feel it, ebbing along my eyelids. REM'd flickering across the sparkly dust that dreams are made of, That shadow of light. Ahhh, There it is, inhaled.… Continue reading That time, this place.
Seasons
You know... Dear reader. I used to read these long analyses in university, on seasons shouting over vast distances about change. Ideas that bring grief and love, happiness and warmth, and I think. I think, I kind of get it now. I get the need to equate emotions and change with something physical, something constant.… Continue reading Seasons
Learning to be alone
I think I'm alive when I'm alone. I guess, I could say I'm learning as I go. Although I'm not really sure if I know what alone actually is. I think I might know, but I can't really be sure. I think we know what alone is, don't we? Isn't loneliness easier to find with… Continue reading Learning to be alone
Patience & Timing
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
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
Milkshake Thoughts 