Category Archives: Mood
No, we are not. Not. A. Single. One.
She froze like deer in the headlights as I approached. Panic, fear, and a paralyzing indecision were clear in her eyes, overwhelming reason and any possible call to action her brain might conjure up. I owned this woman at this … Continue reading
The tough part of tough.
2/9/2018: Paying anything to roll the dice just one more time… Continue reading
On setbacks and insecurities…
1/9/2018: What’s a rider that can’t ride? Continue reading
Love. Hate. Compassion. Charity.
“Please, just five bucks. I’m hungry. And cold.” She had the look…tattered clothing. Barely adequate coat. Thin. I noted these things automatically, but didn’t act on them. I don’t judge anymore, one way or the other. I can’t. This is … Continue reading
We belong…
Men and women belong together. It’s a simple truth…and far more complex than an evolutionary biological imperative. We’ve created a society where we can succeed apart…and this is a good thing…but we teach…we taunt, and we want to believe we … Continue reading
Bring it…
Lying here in the deep night, pondering the future. And not the far future…no…for deeply disturbing reasons best left unexplored in these hours, those days seem past…rather, I’m looking much nearer. Tomorrow as a point of fact. Oh there’s nothing … Continue reading
Frazzled?
“Damn it!” I woke gasping and soaked in sweat. “Ahhh fu@k…” I don’t “nightmare” much…or…if I do they normally don’t bother me. The best my subconscious mind can come up with usually pales in comparison to the things I’ve dealt … Continue reading
Which today?
The most powerful things…and every day…the same question: Creation? Destruction? A little of both? CUAgain, Daniel Meyer
Ghosts
Simple tasks…physically. But a very difficult day…and yet I know others have it worse…and it feels selfish to acknowledge the pain…it feels like indulgence to allow myself to see the hole that is left behind…even for a moment. It’s a … Continue reading
Choices…
It’s a balmy, if a bit chilly night…and I’m finally wrapping up work. Sort of. That’s the problem with being self-motivated and salaried in an industry that never stops. There’s always something. I’m in a bleak mood. The loss of … Continue reading
