Paper Plane Pilot
Writing was my catharsis, till it became my crutch. A paper plane showed me the way out.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
Writing was my catharsis, till it became my crutch. A paper plane showed me the way out.
Games are just stories we feel we can script. Simulations of a life we can win. Algorithms we run, hoping for a different outcome.
Please don’t ask me to read you. I’ve spent far too long looking deep into other people.
I crossed a birthday last month. Joy is getting harder and harder to know.
Light. It’s an idea I’ve yet to wrap my head around, a word I’m still to learn to spell right, a reality that I still don’t entirely fathom.
Who has time to regret the past when a lesson can be gleaned for the future? FOMO life doesn’t allow for regrets.
I like the word ‘abundance’. It signifies so much more than wealth or any other kind of material possession.
What does loneliness sound like? A scream that no one seems to hear. Gasps that don’t make it past the throat. Sentences written in invisible ink. The redacted words on a page. It’s feeling unwanted, unnecessary, irrelevant even. Then you remember. You still exist. The print under the graffiti, the face…
I’m enjoying the company of books & plants. For the first time these don’t feel like escape from the loneliness between men. It makes my past feel like vertigo.
Soon, it will be 9yrs since I made one of the few impulsive decisions of my life. It is a decision I’ve been punished for over & over.