existential
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Where are the lines drawn?
It’s late and I sneer at myself for not waking up earlier this morning. When one thing happens, it’s easy to fall off track. For me, this was moving. As the mornings become a bit more calm and more things become unpacked, my life looks for some stability. Here, again,…
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Before I disappear into the Void,
I write this to you. It’s almost 9:30 PM and as the seconds pass, the more I fade out. Last night was my first night at my new apartment. I slept next to the balcony door (mainly because there are boxes and bags everywhere) to hopefully be awoken by the…
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Before the night ends,
I say this again and again. I apologize for missing a day. I’ve been packing my life away and readying my belongings for another trip yet again. As much as I enjoy these adventures, my heart craves for something more; some place further. Instead I find myself taking trips around…
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It’s getting late and the tea’s boiling
I listened to some really good music today. I’ve been packing for this move and this morning was just so great. I’ll miss it here. Even though it didn’t last long, it was nice. No matter how many people were against it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely excited for…
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Thank You for Understanding
I don’t know who reads this; but thank you. When I think of writing, when I talk about writing, there’s nothing else I think I could do, would do, want to do. I’ve been faced with people who pick up the papers, give me a quizzical look, and hand it…