As I sit here alone and write this, I feel enormous peace.
It is possible this peace can only be felt when alone.
In fact, I am almost certain of this — at least for me, in this stage of my life.
The truth comes down on me hard.
I have been caught in a tormentful spell: the natural result of living in domestic hell.
I have been chasing things I thought I’d learned not to chase long ago.
I have come so far, but I have not been able to overcome the constant torrents life throws at a person.
… Read the rest “Falling Hard on the Rocky Floors of Reality”
It’s late
And I’m still seeking
The keys
Delicately disarming, a time bomb
Seeing that which needs to be seen
Before a wheel starts spinning
And whisks me away
Before the marbles start rolling
In every direction
Nothing’s as it seems
This I know
And I’m terrified
Of what’s left
Lurking below
The fog
I can’t hear you.
Speak louder.
What is it that you want?
Not every connection can be explained.
This is when you know it’s yours.
The more unexplainable it is, the more personal it is to you.
I don’t mean to sound dramatic, but in a way, this is your “Godhood”.
It’s never been more clear to me than now, that I don’t know who I really am.
There are translucent strings that pull me this way and that.
This I know.
And in knowing this, I have been able to slowly but surely learn my way out of complete and total ignorance.
Enough of living a half-life.
Enough of living in a chemically induced stupor.
Enough of living in an uninspired state.
Enough of wasting a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Enough of shoveling money into your empty voids.
Enough of being thrashed around by the involuntary thoughts in your mind.
A cold, lonely, October morning.
A dark, spacious, empty room.
A young man — desperate and destitute.
This one, finally alone,
is Overcome.
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This is what you wanted, no?
Alone, stripped to nothing, and it’s all the same
But it’s never been more clear
That you keep running the other way
How could this be what you want?
I once came upon a cliff.
Below it: an endless ocean of possibility.
Something within me wanted to swim.
But something else, desired only to preserve my life.
And this something else was stronger than I, for I lived through this something.
The Muse has always had your back.
But you haven’t always had its.
And though it won’t hold a grudge, it’s likely hidden itself away.
For it was banished from your false kingdom long ago.