At The End Of Fascination
The person I wrote this for, when he read it, told me,
You don’t yet realize that we are beyond this.
It was a fitting end in every way possible.
The person I wrote this for, when he read it, told me,
You don’t yet realize that we are beyond this.
It was a fitting end in every way possible.
An event titled ‘An Evening of No Regrets’ made me ponder the role of regret in my world.
I like to make a grand entry and a quiet exit.At events, in situations and other people’s lives. There’s nothing quite like making a splash since most people believe in first impressions. On the other hand, goodbyes for me, need to be quiet,Like they almost never happened..so perhaps it will…
How am I? It’s pain like I cannot even begin to articulate. So much that I’m numb. A thick sheet of plastic over a boiling cauldron of black, festering poison. That’s me.
I wasn’t a cool kid or a hip teenager. But I had a plan. A decade later, I look back and wonder, how did things turn out so differently?
The last few years have been better after a living nightmare. But I’m tired.
I know the sound of two hands clapping and sometimes I try to figure out the sound of one hand clapping (as the Zen koan goes). But recently I’ve discovered the sound of loneliness. What is the sound of loneliness? It isn’t silence.Some of us actively seek silence. Some of…