#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness Our identity is such a funny thing. Some people seem to wake up in the morning with a firm grasp of who they are, or at least they believe that who they think they are is right for them. That's awesome. For others, identity is like the North on a compass; a general vector … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 05.22.23
Sometimes it defies imagination. Who we need to be, how we become, who we're meat to be, who we are, lost in the space between, lost in the stars. A voice is just an echo off our bones and a little bit of electricity, so how is that supposed to be identity? Continuity? … Continue reading Bone Echo
Whisper your secrets to me. Come down in the deep here with me. Clearly we will see what we see. Never another will be, closer than we, under the sky and the sea. Tell me your deepest regret, tell me your sorrow, tell me what you would forget. Tell me why you’re so upset; I’ll show you … Continue reading You Asked Me To Share…
She thought that he was nothing but trouble, the way his eyes and smile made her want to do wrong, but he never asked her to do wrong, so she just kept moving on. She thought she'd found an answer, between the walls of a prison cell; that looked an awful lot like domestic … Continue reading Finding Grace
A great commotion, passionate and often violent; the way things go around here almost every time. And it's no big surprise to see the apathy inside so many that I see and even in my own life. There might as well be not tomorrow, if I can't find a way through today. There's so … Continue reading Smiley
I was just a boy when the stapled their tag to my forehead, had to play along to their songs; hanging by the thinnest thread. So now I'm grown up, a little, but in mind a lot more bitter. I've shed logos and slogans, traded up my life for litter. Dropped out and acid, … Continue reading The Thinnest Thread
Feeling more alien than human, so far removed from who I am. An explorer in a sea of endless life and dying. Living as I go. Oh, I feel alive, though not in any way I've ever known. This world shows so much, not all of it beautiful. The face plant, the soft touch; alive, … Continue reading Alien
