I've lately realized the importance of revising and editing. With that being said, the semester is complete and I have sometime to do some site revisions. The blog portion shouldn't be affected too much but will be more inline with journal style entries versus the mixture of everything. My aim is to organize the site … Continue reading Site Revision
In space No one hears A scream… Not even the one screaming? Contained In helmet Air breathes… Does anyone hear the breathing? Thoughts On brain Where Hell met Their needs… Does anyone hear me breathing? Suffocate starlight until the sun doesn’t rise again. Hand chokes voice Speechless speaking In a circle Unheard Unseen. Unloved. Unnerved. … Continue reading breathing
My brain won't turn off. I've been home all day drowning in some stress buried below the levels of consciousness like the book that was buried below the levels of laundry. It helped me clean and rearrange my room, which really needed it; probably, the physical manifestation of an internal chaos (or I'm just sloppy). … Continue reading Insomnia Dreams: Off Switch
The roads we travel seem to lead to a destination. Those roads, often, have no direction. Our paths cross at random under some pretense of order meeting at chaotic intersections. We are the wanderers. Those who are buried deep in the journey of life. Six feet couldn't bring us death. Never satisfied with the stability … Continue reading Incomplete Thoughts… Vagabond
As infinite as the external reaches of the universe, so are the internal depths of the mind. And, in such, the whole of life seems to be the equivalent of an incomplete thought. Origin unknown. Destination undefined... -The Renaissance Man, Michael Angelo Smith
I am finally starting this blog after years of broken promises, months of nitpicking, and days of overthinking. And here it is, raw and uncaring; love it if you may and hate it if you must. The idea behind this blog, and everything that may branch from this seed (after more overthinking and nitpicking of … Continue reading The Renaissance Man
Two weeks into my thirty-second year of yet another three hundred and sixty-five—or is it sixty-six this time?—days of revolving orbit around the celestial G2V yellow dwarf. The world continues to turn and the universe operates with a business as usual attitude; uncaring and demanding. I’m grateful for that. I am grateful in the way … Continue reading Room 32. The Door Opens; There Stands the Universe.