We obsess over the cloth that goes over the skin, on the body, we live in. If only we spent more time on our hearts, muscles, and minds. Maybe we could win, in the skin we are given. Instead of wrapping in twine our languor, shame, and decline. Humbly yours j
Tame, time, tome. Prose, price, poem. Wreck, wrack, wrong, Pierce, prose, prong. Trill, till, toll, Pale, pill, poll. Wilt, wag, won’t, Push, pig, pelt. Vaunt, vault, vent Purse, pell, pent. Crush, cull, cents, Pay, pen ance. Gibber-jabber Pitter-patter lack of common sense. Jobs and ties, debt, compromise, death of innocence.
There is nothing new under the Sun, which is why we have sales and marketing.
There are nightmares. We all try to ignore them, think them dreams, fantasies or constructs in our heads. But they are not abstract, and dwell not in our minds. They are not imaginary, or fantastic finds. They greet us with our morning coffee, and ride with us to work or school. They wrap up with […]
There’s nothing wrong with me, there’s just a vessel of dissent. I’m just breathing mediocrity, viewing disappointment, succumbing to lethargy, subsisting on intent, drinking in melancholy, bathing in regret. Humbly yours, j
I just don’t want to sleep anymore. I suppose I have to. I just don’t want to. My biology impresses it upon my sensibilities. But my mind rebels. It senses the potentiality of missing out on the intensity of the feelings, emotions, sensations and experiences when somnambulant. The body and mind crave rest, and require […]