“I don’t know… I DON’T KNOW!” I pled, when a friend showed me a scene from a Romantic-Comedy and said, “Now THAT’S true love!” Despite the main character’s heart-warming antics, all I could do was shrug, shove my hands into my
Can one be too near a calamity to act? Held back, distracted by sheer proximity to a given disaster? Or is it only the coward that, when faced by foul fate, may find himself taciturn and tractionless? However unbecomingly, as
I believe that there is a certain sanctity to this thing we do. Despite all the broken and inflated egos, sidled and over-zealous libidos… the unbridled hatred, and unrequited love… Or maybe BECAUSE of all this, sacred psalms sometimes emerge.
I’d known for far too long that something was terribly wrong, this out-of-tune song ringing false. Ever-lessened vitality, each day brought more palsy, effervescence and light seeming lost. When this weirdness persisted till it bordered banality I resigned “no resistance” and
He’s just a man, like any other. Another son trying to do what he feels needs to be done, within the confines of his time and his ability. Not a question of nobility, privilege, virility, or zeal… He, too,
*picks up and answers phone* Hello?… Oh, hey, Darlin! Long-time no-hear, right! Oh, just sitting on my ass, flipping through a magazine… imagining I got better things to do. No, I fear, my life is pretty uneventful these days. How bout you?
Go ahead, Dear Child, and take the time to tinker for lighting strikes despite, not in light of, your most ardent wishes. You might as well enjoy it, for your grandest ambitions are naught to this chaotic cosmos. And while you stand