most of my writing is just randomly assembled sequential litany of happenstance and the perpetual flow of thought that spills from my multi-present mind like waterfalls. 11 November 2019
most of my writing is just randomly assembled sequential litany of happenstance and the perpetual flow of thought that spills from my multi-present mind like waterfalls. 11 November 2019
1:45am, and… I’m awake bargaining with time and dreams telling them I’ll sleep soon knowing I’m going for broke and “soon” is actually probably just 3:00am, or maybe even never. 12 October 2019
Uh-oh… Bit off more than I could chew, now there’s indigestion and I can’t spit it out; my mouth is full… not even wine will wash this down. 12 November 2019
I have trouble making consistent eye contact. Two reasons: First, eye contact is energy exchange, and most energy is non-refundable. I can’t share energy with everyone this way. Second, it is often I find myself attempting to visualize my words as I speak them and my eyes like to follow the paths my mind takes… …
How much I take in from just observing the people and things around me… But often more than never the beautiful act of being watchful shows me ugly truths about others. And… Every now and then, I question my own vision. 22 October 2019
There are some with whom I have to be a little… different, so they don’t see that I [can] see right through them. 22 October 2019
peppermint tea in a favorite cup water in a sticker-laden bottle, the front lawn a dusky backdrop in the tri-light of early evening aesthetics. porch lights blink on – the first fireflies of night. crickets trill and voices travel; cars arriving at homes leaving them too… sirens in the distance too brief to ponder their …
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