I stopped my car on a road that I’d never travelled. I didn’t use the gps; I’ve no idea how I reached my stopping point. I opened the trunk, retrieved the supplies, and set off in a random direction. I stopped after a time, though I don’t count how long. Then I began to dig, […]
Tag: longing
Forte Est?
It takes so many billiions of decisions, pieces of advice, turns, adjustments, redirections, happenstances, chance occurrences, bizarre interactions, and choices made independently, that bring two people in close enough proximity that they have a chance to interact, feel for each other, and then ultimately find passion. Doesn’t it seem so inconceivably sad, casual, cruel, and […]
The greatest of gifts
What can you give of jewelry? All that I can and more What of the gift of matrimony? As soon as I can afford. What of supplying a residency? I’ll find a home and we will stay. What of a sense of security? I’ll protect of you always. What of degrees of the leisurely? I’ll […]
Please hold the light
Think of the lighthouse. It is forever rooted to its place along a rocky shore. It is a tall, elegant, monolith. The lighthouse braves the typhoon, it faces the crashing waves, it is immovable against hail, gale, and squall. The lighthouse bears the blaze of burning sun, faces the chills of freezing rain, and stares […]
Eron’s Gift
She lay in the bed an arms length from him. Even in her incomprehensible stillness, when Eron looked at her, the beats of his heart skipped when he gazed upon her beauty. Though he could barely see the rise and fall of her chest, and though her skin was a deathly shade of pale, the […]
Progresstus Erectus
As human beings we have an innate yearning to experience, or at a minimum, sense, progress. Whether that be in the effect one has upon ones immediate social network, or, in those more broadly successful, upon a more expansive group of earth populators. Those that have a smaller scope of expectations, want from their lives, […]
Fear No More
We are weakness, crippling doubting disorienting continuous self-revaluation that gnaws at the core of our existence. We are the scabbard that houses the sword of ineptitude. We are the holster for the weapon that we believe defends our frailty. We are the meek voices whispering second thoughts to our confidence. We are our greatest detractors our […]
The Waste (IX)
It had been a great while since he took his boat out without the intent to return with scaly sustenance and crustaceous delicacies. The gliding of the craft through the water and the subtle dips and bobs as the craft navigated the waves was a panacea for the stress that bore upon his broad shoulders. […]
Propulsion
I remember being a scrawny youth, a mere twelve years old, and having recently returned from living overseas for five years in China. I was enrolled in the nearby high school, and was preparing to enter eighth grade, admittedly, being a bit young for that time. I had managed to skip first grade, and thus, […]
One hand folded into another
You find value in my deficiencies, and fullness, in my vacancy. You find stability in my inconsistency, and bliss, in my melancholy. You find fortitude, in my frailty, and competence, in my inability. You find seriousness, in my buffoonery, and clarity, amidst my perplexity. You find exquisiteness, when I feel ugly, and offer hope, to […]