Real Passion
A week of passion is always followed by a hangover.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
A week of passion is always followed by a hangover.
Indulge in the nostalgia fetish. Cherish enhanced memories over physical experiences. Filtered to fit the mind’s eye, memories are the distilled essence of reality.
How to be an escapist in the all-seeing 24 x 7 internet.
I explore the difference between ownership and connection, and the destructive nature of jealousy compared to the compromises of possessiveness.
The thought that everyone’s expecting me to be cheery, happy, and ebullient…usually has the reverse effect on me. Intoxication, it’s not fun.
When I was a kid I loved sparrows. I wouldn’t say all nature as that’s plants and birds. Not all birds. Not crows…I still hate them…there’s an annoying one (or several perhaps…damn they all look the same!) that serenades me at my window at exactly 7 a.m. on a Sunday…
A 55 word story about interactions and fair play.
When you stir to wakefulness today, just before you open your eyelids, what is the first thing you will think of? What thought will you shade your eyes with, for the day? Will you see the day starting slowly, without your assistance and not needing your reassurance either? Will you notice how the stage…
I want to lay me down in the wet, squishy mud and let the moisture seep into my bones, the cold engulf me, numbing every nerve, blocking every vein…till the blood stops running, the breath slows down…slower…slower…slower. I wish life wouldn’t snap on and off like it usually does but…
I might have missed this news if Best Friend hadn’t told me about it. I was horrified. I knew her when she was still a starry-eyed teenager. She was one of those tall, slender girls who carry themselves straight-backed and everyone else thinks they’re being snooty. But she wasn’t. She…