Healing Into Thirty-Seven
This is sort of a birthday taking stock that’s late. But it has been the kind of year that merits that.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
This is sort of a birthday taking stock that’s late. But it has been the kind of year that merits that.
If health was a linear equation, our demigods wouldn’t be doctors prescribing but engineers computating. Fitness freaks need a reality check.
“It was rebellion. Just like every other generation.”
The inside of me feels like an empty room. Does the world know the body is just a cloth coat hung on air?
A poem about a light walker
…is the name of a book by the guy who wrote ‘The Fault In Our Stars’. I happened to mention what an amazing title that was and what a shitty book it turned out to be. My AlphabetSambar peeps suggested we reclaim it by writing something else around it. And…
It is a lonely place, waiting for the world to catch up, knowing maybe no generation ever will.
Surviving in style is for the strong.
He’s an artist of reality. He shootsseconds after the shutters clickwhen people aren’t posing anymore. Only with his eyes.
How can any one of us possibly measure what pain means to another? Who can truly determine which problems are bigger than others?