brother, I’m broken

I have stack of journals that claim their home in the corner of my room. Some big, some small. Some complete, some empty. I could say I have a problem...what with how often I purchase a new journal before filling an old one...but I like to think I'm rescuing all the pretty things from living …

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run, running, ran.

I have some unfortunate news you may not have agreed with yet, I'm going to die-you are going to die too. This is our curse, our self inflicted burden. We are going to be torn from our living, pounding lungs into nothing. Silence. Tell me, are you ready? Tell me, why did we run, embracing …

it is well after all

After everything --the betrayal, hurt, physical and mental damage, the anguish, cursing, lies, self harm, murder and warring-- after it all, darkness did not overcome. After everything an ever growing light dissipated the dark. Lighting up the world like a baby's first cry; subtle but impactful. A deep shaky breath, an unsteady wail and suddenly …

{q u o t e}

Jenkins seemed to be able to enjoy everything, even ugliness. I learned from him that we should attempt a total surrender to whatever atmosphere was offering itself at the moment; in a squalid town, seek out those very places where its squalor rose to grimness and almost grandeur, on a dismal day to find the most dismal and dripping …