Dream Dark Stories

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  • Day Two Hundred & Sixty-Five, September 21st, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Today I would like to apologize. I’ve been rather lenient if not completely forgetful with writing, and communicating here at my site. To be honest, I’ve been more than forgetful and negligent. I’ve been distant and gone.

    So that said, I do apologize for not maintaining communication, for maintaining the weekly postings and music drops.

    I’ve found myself exhausted lately and am realizing that I really need to get back to shipshape.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support that’s shown and am more than grateful for those who come time and again following my curious route.

    May you day be jubilee and the night a cool and gentle one. Thank you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Three, July 21st, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Was given a project to write about an object in an objective form. Below is that objective description.

    It is a box. It is a small black cardboard dusty box with Westworld printed on the top lid portion. It is a product of LootCrate and it is approximately a 6.5in x 11.5in x 4.5in box that may or may not contain contents.

    Next up I was told to write a poem based on said objective description but using figurative language, what do you think?

    Black Box

    By: M R. Vega

    Dark and brooding it sits.

    Schrodinger’s cat may be within.

    Black and daunting dusted, boxed and emboldened.

    It sits silent, ruminative, old, dark and brooding.

    Schrodinger’s Cat it isn’t.

    Black and daunting, never moving, always still. It sits.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your day be gracious and your night be blissful. I thank you for your support and coming back again and again. Thank you for being awesome thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & One, July 19th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Alabaster Stone

    By: M. R. Vega

    Alabaster stone, carve me a tomb to pay debts ahead for the home that I find alone and barren.

    Alabaster stone take me to the throne, to the cage that will become my forever home.

    Alabaster stone bring me your sheen, it’s translucency forever mirroring the many, your curved stone cold to lips bare and bleeding.

    Alabaster stone, whole people cold and languid to the bone, stupefied to the core for nothing more than the gore that is the screens before, pale, soft and white, porous and leeching like the teeth that clench.

    Alabaster stone, woe me the worries of the cage that keeps me barren and stolid, let me shake and stir, but don’t touch through the evanescence and translucency of an empty promise.

    Alabaster stone, shine your cool white light of earthen trembling cage around my bones it’s sedimentary reason for being scrapped and bruised, keep me still through and bore for what it is.

    Alabaster stone, keep me true to the whole of what is you, what is me, alabaster stone shine your sheen it’s translucency to the truth of what may be forever your cold languid white blank screen.

    Alabaster stone, carve me a tomb to pay debts ahead for the cage that I find alone and barren.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support I see each day, I thank you for being you and coming back again and again.

    I pray your day and night be worthy and splendid. Stay safe and have a good day.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred, July 18th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    Have you ever had such a deep resonating fatigue leaving you like the undead?

    That’s what this most recent bout of bullshit has been, that and some insane neuropathy. Feeling of lit matches set just beneath the skin, cold brushes of thick liquid, neither of these sensations are ‘real’ when it’s the nerve damage. Like now, while I write, it feels like someone is peeling back the skin of my knuckles of my left hand with a very clean and cold scalpel.

    It’s past midnight and it’s now that I’m up. It’s now that I’m fully up to it. I’m infuriated knowing that I need to be ready for tomorrow, that tomorrow will be a heavy day with loads to do, but I’m up now. How to knock me out…how to fall asleep? How?

    It’s day 200 and I’m so off my game it’s a laughable attempt. But then again, it’s ummer break. Not necessarily for me, but for both my wife and son, school is halted for the next remaining month and a couple weeks. So the 80/20 need has shifted to a 40/60 type of need

    Not complaining though, as I know the time I have to build what we have is limited and slim, so I’ll take the opportunity to build what’s been a 13 year effort to something grand. If it will be so it’ll be.

    But hey I am gonna drop as much art as I can so I hope you enjoy the gallery.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning good night. I thank you for your support and coming back again and again. I pray that your night is gentle and your day to come is beautiful and forever peaceful. Thank you for being awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Nine, July 17th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    One more f****** day and I draw a blank, have up on poetry. But I didn’t, what I did give up on was taking pictures and posting them here, I don’t know why I just well honestly I’m f****** exhausted I’ve been essentially taking care of another baby for the family.

    We got ourselves a mini dachshund named Kona and he’s about 10 weeks old and holy s*** I’m f****** exhausted I’m more than exhausted I’m well wigging out.

    So my plan is I’m going to bust out as many pieces of Art and as much poetry and all at once and drop it all on day 200 and maybe it won’t be day 200 but 201 but still four day 200 I don’t know it’s f****** confusing and I’m tired and I’m sorry you have a beautiful day.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night, may your day be gentle and the night pleasured with a flurry of love.

    Thank you for being you, for supporting and coming back and again.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Eight, July 16th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    Shit, things just get away, don’t they sometimes? The heat is relentless, news of storms to come but still I breathe in flaming vapors that riddle my body to holy hell.

    I’m exhausted, I’ve been, been falling asleep in the middle of conversations, swaying eyes difficulty holding positions and staying still. Always laying my head to sleep and sleep, the heat it’s killing me. Oh, how I hate the summer lashing heat.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night, thank you for putting up with my shit and editing this last minute of day 200. I hope you have a lovely day, a blissful night and may you stay awesome as always.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Five, July 13th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    There’s a film that’s always made an impression, as a matter of fact, I guess it’s the director. Mr. Darren Aranofsky.

    The Fountain though is what I’m referring to in whole. Ever seen? It’s an amazing film…that stirred something inside, I guess I’d call it self-decorating or self-mutilation.

    Anyhow the main character, played by Hugh Jackman is seen piercing his finger with quill and ink. The camera pans back and we see the finger is decorated with a tattooed ring…it resonated for me. 

    Enough that I find myself awaiting, hesitating, at turning on the newly bought tattoo gun to do the same, but more a band. A band or a few on the arm…I sigh with hesitations, as I want the tattoo and to do it by myself, but then I have to be wise and know what this to me. Do I just want it or is each for a period of life that I have lived through? The questions…hmm… we’ll see.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    I thank you for coming time and again to show support and read the thoughts of an angry MSer.

    I do apologize for not broadcasting art as of late…the body hurts and I just got a canvas reup yesterday. I hope to bring some painting your way in days maybe hours, we’ll see. Again thank you and may your day be bliss the night be gracious and yourself stay awesome and beautiful.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Three, July 11th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Ever those days where you wake up so much earlier than you plan down and somehow you feel better than you have every other day when you have gotten there the right amount of rest?

    A prompt recently addressed, days ago mind you, I talk about how there is a lack of sleep, that there is a very long duration that I find myself staring at the ceiling, awaiting rest to find my eyes. That didn’t happen today or last night, although I went to bed at 2:00, anyhow, my body immediately  knocked off, and 3 hours almost exactly, I was up again as though I had planned on it.

    This is beginning to worry me, though I am finding time to do school work that I didn’t have previously, I’m wanting to contain my sanity and I feel that a lack of sleep will just increase the fragility of my mental space. Maybe I can pull it through, maybe if the hours are spaced accordingly, the body will be rested adequately.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    May the night’s air be a refreshing change, the morning, a splendor of worthy time to you.

    Thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Two, July 10th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    Whoa, ever take to looking back, looking at the steps made before, statements made promises promised? Been wanting to do the art in the poetry as well as really anything of the sort of Art that I produce here, I’ve been wanting to do that everyday. But I then take to being here, being present being in the moment with my wife and my son and our puppies and life I really really enjoying my creative writing class I am doing it’s an elective but still it’s something that I’m massively pumped for and I am sorry but at the same time I’m not though, because, well, I like where I’m at. I feel safe where this is.

    It’s like the prompt the other day asking about vacation. My best vacations aren’t ever a planned and intended one, it’s the moments I enjoy in that moment with the ones I Love. And I hope the memory resonates still and always.

    This is a worry, but I digress, that’s another conversation for another time.

    I’m tired and though I should be wise and keep my lips shut, I’ve decided I’m not going to do that anymore. If I have a question I’m going to ask a question regardless about painful it may be, regardless of what it may allude to, or give light to. I’m tired and I don’t know about you but doesn’t it get old? Doesn’t the b******* language that more curtails the actual situation and manages to even avoid the nuance so there’s no implication of what’s actually happening, you end up having an assumption, you have anger, and then you’re just done.

    Mind you the assumption isn’t always there however there are times when it’s hard not to assume because why else not? Why wouldn’t I go to that thought? Why wouldn’t I assume what could be a possibility in the situation where the question lies?

    Questions, so many questions, life is a question though isn’t it? Laughter so much LOL hahaha. Good night all.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    May the day be blessed and the night a wonderful splendor of dream and wild bliss

    Thank you for the repeated likes and coming to the site. Thank you for the support, and thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-One, July 9th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Ever have those times when you feel that you have everything sussed out, that it’s all on the right path? But thepp n one small little rift happens leaving you lacking appendages, emotion, a string of cognitive thought, may it be.

    Ever realize how much that small rift is so comparable to that of a butterflies flapping wings, and yet you’re outside of oneself trying to grasp at the straws unseen?

    Now, I understand this may seem negative, but check this out.

    Those rifts, regardless of size, are points of adversity that leave you to an option of sorts. These options are boundless and infinite, plus they’re yours. You have a choice.

    Knowing that and looking at your life and the past in a minimalist fashion, when faced with adversity what did you do. Did you drive through it towing over the issues? Or did you ignore it altogether? Now, as mentioned, these options are boundless and have a myriad of choices. What do you choose?

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for your support. Thank you for the kindness and may your life be beautiful. May there be life and love before you to cherish.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety, July 8th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    She calls me snap dragon, as though that’s what I’ve become. Do I take honour to it? Offense? Or is that me?

    I question this, and go through the introspective search of why. Why are my responses and my quips so immediately snarking? Is it because I’m just f****** tired? Is it due to just being fed up with the monotony of the same b*******? I don’t know. I feel like I haven’t said that in a minute but it’s true, I wish I knew, but then there’s a variable and that’s her. Now will she give me a response as to, not the name, but what’s being seen that creates a calling for that? And is it incessant or is there something that is being said that is getting the Snapdragon attitude?

    These are my questions of the week. What is it I’m portraying and exuding that’s causing the name? Life…

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and the added likes that have been boosting the site. Thank you all, I am very appreciative of the love I see here.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Nine, July 7th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    This is a scribed recording of myself at 12:42 a.m on the 8th of July.

    I will try my best to speak clearly, and not edit anything.

    Midnight, midnight 45 actually, the rains softly falls up above. And I am perplexed, as a matter of fact I am much more than perplexed. I’m flummoxed, behooved, rattled, f****** frustrated as hell.

    You ever go through a matter of weeks, days, and in this time you feel calm, even comfortable, safe, a solid and dare I say resolute stance seems to be had? And then, something happens, you forgot to delete something that doesn’t f****** matter because it’s that minute, that infinitesimal that it becomes something so distanced and neglected that it’s nothing, but then Fortuna, the gorgeous lady, s**** on you like a bird in the heat of summer?

    And then what went from feeling peaceful and calm like the placid waters of a distant lake; turns to the devastation of a hurricane meeting a typhoon during a full moon.

    Yesterday, I felt a dying calm, there was such a peace in my heart that if anything had gone wrong I don’t think it would have phased me, today is quite the contrary.

    Now you think, ‘maybe it’d be the boys I’m talking about‘. It isn’t but at moments I wish it was.

    It’s a daunting reality to this song:

    ENJOI!!

    There’s no buying of anything that can ever bring a solid and consistent variable of happiness. At least, that’s what I’m finding. And that leaves me here trying to decide on a few things. 

    Like: What am I going to let affect me?

    How am I going to be? And what steps do I want to take?

    The truth of the matter is, it’s a choice, everyday is a choice to be what you want to be. Do you choose to be gracious and kind, or brash, assertive, and overbearing? Do you want to make each step count? Or take a trip five steps back?

    That’s where I am? Am I going to repeat on a path of the insanity route doing something the same with an expectation to there being a difference this time? Or is it wanting to make it the best it can be. It is a choice.

    Choose.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the gracious support and coming time and again. I thank you.

    May your night be bliss and the day be gracious and pleasant. Til tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Eight, July 6th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Just try, for me, for you and yourself if you would, to be happy and find light.

    Life is too damn short.

    Life is too precious and beautiful to hold emblazoned fury to ancient trials. Is it worth the wasted energy in bringing that type of anger or ignition? Wouldn’t you rather invest in love and light to boost and help than otherwise?

    I know I would.

    Those boys I wrote about, I’m awaiting a response hesitantly, anxiously, and there’s so much whirling around my head. For one I could understand the anger that I see in his eyes, the other has a joy that reveals the fire and beauty for life. They both do though depending on circumstances of course, just the teen angst has come to the oldest, and I get it. Least I could understand.

    There’s a sure feeling that I’ll be receiving some letters from them likely around the time that I send the box that I am packing for ’em… we’ll see. And said that I would sketch some pieces for them before I get that over to him and I am debating do I paint do I sketch or do I just send things? The trivial ordeals of a dad it is still trying to figure his s*** out.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your coming day be beautiful, may the night come with grace and bliss.

    Thank you for the repeated support to boosting the site. Thank you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Seven, July 5th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    If I may, I will give some context to what I will be setting the stage with today.

    A small one, I know, ENJOI!

    To begin, I was not a decent person growing up. I was a teen, a child wrestling with my own curiosity of my bastard self. Just meeting my brother and my sister after 18 years, just meeting my dad after 19, and I thought having a fucking kid was a good idea. Now obviously it wasn’t because I was a s*** ass, it wasn’t because I was in a gang which I wasn’t, I wasn’t viciously violent, I haven’t killed anybody, but I haven’t kept my word. I haven’t kept to my promises, and I’ve made some mistakes that I’m not proud of. I’ve also likely hurt more people than I’m aware of especially two boys that I’m responsible for.

    That’s why I’m writing about what’s being written today.

    Life and choices… am I right?

    The thing though, I was a teen and thought having kids was a great idea. Stop, read that sentence again ‘I was a teen and thought having a kid was a great idea. real question this is anybody reading this please please I beg you answer. I would love the conversation. But here’s my question.

    If you were a 30-year-old woman, meeting a young man who seemed sure, seemed positive, and thought having kids was a good idea where do you stand on that?

    Now I’m not looking for validation, nor am I looking for justification in anything I’m simply questioning the whole of it all. I’m 34 almost? I think. And just the ill thought of having coitus with somebody 10 years younger than me is grotesque. I don’t know that’s just my thought though back to it anyway sorry I digress.

    But I realized ‘wait I still am a kid! I want to continue being a kid and figure life out that way and ended up making some really selfish decisions where I built my own family away from them, leaving them in another town. It was the one actually, just one. I didn’t know about the second one until much later.

    That’s not an excuse, and they do get taken care of very well, as a matter of fact I am making a goodie box for the both of them and I plan on producing a shot or two of what is going to be sent to them. Figured it’s about fu***** time.

    I’m actually very excited and I wrote them a 12 , maybe 14 or 15 pg. Letter telling them the truth as best as I could without drudging anybody through the mud. I just simply stated who I was as a young man and foolish one, how I made some drastic and crass decisions and decided I don’t want to live like this, which if you understood I think you’d know, and I didn’t want that in my life. I didn’t want that for my life and I didn’t want to already have changed what I did and let that become who I am and I’m not that person.

    The truth of the matter is I was fearful, and what took me so long with communicating with them was the fear and apprehensiveness of the Navy SEAL brothers that are tied to her family, knowing that their life was better off as it was untouched by me then with me. This though was a thought then and not a thought now, so here we are waiting for a letter or conversation back. I don’t know, I feel like maybe it will be a text message… I’m hoping it’s not a letter but we’ll see.

    Poetry & Art

    Medication by: M. R. Vega
    Fire Bush by: M. R. Vega

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the support and likes. Please do share and help me get this site moving up and up. Thank you all.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Six, July 4th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I have a question, a sincere one that I’d love feedback for.

    Is one an a**hole for not enjoying the 4th? Just aspects, maybe?

    It’s not that I don’t appreciate the holiday and what it stands for. And it’s not that I don’t respect those that have died for that beautiful resolve that is the freedom that we’ve been given and had been earned. I think what it is now, the world’s changed and the way we respect and we the way we look upon one another is with damning eyes apparently and it hurts my heart. So today I celebrate being with my family, being with the ones I love and the ones I hold dear and true because with them my freedom is available. So that’s where I was and that’s how I am and that’s kind of where I’m standing. I will say we got some kids firework sets and my little guy absolutely loved it kept asking for more and more and luckily, lo and behold, there was a box of fireworks just chilling in the back patio. Ended up getting quite a show and had a wonderful time and that’s something that matters giving that value to my little guy he doesn’t understand what it means for politics and the rest of everything that is the nuance of being human and being you know cognizant with the s*** reality we’ve got going on right now but I wanted to make sure that I could provide as much as glorious a day for him as possible. I think I achieved it.

    (untitled)

    By: M. R. Vega

    Untitled. By: M. R. Vega

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the day, may the night, may the world embrace you and boost you to your highest. Thank you for your support and coming back and again.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Five, July 3rd, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Today I’m doing a poetry post due to celebrating family and being together tomorrow. I’ve got loads of prep work and wanted to post this before the fourth has encroached on the rest of my joys.

    I hope you are all well and hope the poem is enjoyed.

    Tell Me by: M. R. Vega

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the day and wondrous darkness that comes through the nightly winds caress you gently and tuck you in for a splendid dream fueled bliss.

    Stay safe, be kind, and may I see you tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Two, June 30th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    The last day of June. Only eighteen days left before Day 200 and I have no idea what to do given it’ll be the 200+ post of the year and a continuous, but tumultuous project.

    200 days of writing, of sharing my thoughts, self, and the perspectives to what’s been set in my path. But I digress, it’s only Sunday night, scratch that, it’s Monday.

    Once again…I’m the last to bed, likely the first to wake, so it goes. So…any ideas?

    Was thinking maybe have a Q&A. Or drop an Art piece a day, or poetry and Art daily til Day 200.

    Any idea? Hmmm. It’s 18 days starting the 1st, haha which is now today, dammit.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the support and continued coming again and again. It warms my heart to know we can boost each other to better all of us.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-One, June 29th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    The house is cool, chilled to a comfortable temperature, leaving those resting reveling in their comfort.

    It is the first day though; a first day of summer heat that hasn’t infected the spoils of our resting hours.

    And for the strangest reason, I had thought my body would have had me rest. Though it didn’t, it wasn’t egregiously assaulting, the body just woke me when I thought it’d lay dormant and still. But like Vesuvius erupting the joints come blistering with pangs and burning, a torrid of thrashing sensations that are invisibly rioting through this flesh. My eyes open, emblazoned, staring at the blank slate above me, and I know I’m the first awake. I can hear their deep slumber, their chortled snores of the quite sort and a shifting of feet underneath the sheets.

    My body screams against the meandering course of the metal frame beneath my stolid body and I creak at the sign of movement like a widowed old house.

    My routine is followed to the gallows that hold my coffee hostage for the moments before I have it jutting into  the large mug awaiting my lips. This dark elixir, my crutch for a fatigue, holds me close to the heart, awaiting a fitting body wrecked and exhausted from living, being. 

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    I thank you for the continued time and again liking my posts and following my discoveries.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty, June 28th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    He’s jealous. That is my son is, I’ve been talking about his brothers as of late, writing letters to both of them and I have the opportunity to see my son share emotions that I have seen very little of. Given his autism and just the personality of who my son is, it’s inspiring to see that so much more is going on inside of him than what others around us think.

    However there is a tinge of guilt, though I am excited for the opportunity to be able to introduce my son to his brothers eventually, as it is it’s just me and my little guy when his mom isn’t here, and I think he’s starting to want some friends.

    As a matter of fact he’s likely bored and wanting friends more than I know, but sadly, him being nonverbal having a loaded discussion about friends and wants isn’t something that comes with him.

    I hate it.

    I don’t think anyone understands what it’s like having a boy who can’t talk but is as adventurous and loving as he is. There are so many queues to pick up on with him, and half the time, it’s not definite. The amount of subjectivity that is left leaves us fretting and unknowing. Trust me, it’s not something I’d wish on a parent but it comes with its special gifts. Like extremely endearing loving moments where he’ll hold a hand, give a big hug or kiss. It’s moments like that, that has me watching him grow daily right next to him. It’s an honor.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    I thank you for the support and they continue coming back in again. Thank you, thank you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-Nine, June 27th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    Letter, letters, letters.

    As I stated in the previous post I am writing some letters to the boys. I had originally decided that I was going to write three, one for both of them together to be read and then one separately each. Even with forever stamps though, I’m looking at using the three I have left for what I’m writing just in one letter. But at least I have it.

    It’s been too long since the last letter I’ve written but it’s about time that I’m communicating to  the two that will be receiving them shortly.

    Regardless, I’m still nervous, not that I’ll be there when they get the letters, not that I’ll see how their faces change through page after page. Will they be stolid and silent, or will they come with grace and a wanting to meet?

    The questions I should have asked myself years ago and couldn’t see from when I made the decisions that had led me to where I’m at now, it’s surreal at times, just to think of then and now. To think of the infantile young adult that was 19 and stupid to now, nearing 34, wishing and wondering so many things could have been different, but if it was that, I wouldn’t be me, it wouldn’t be this.

    I leave you with a poem of what’s being felt inside, the wrestling of me.

    Untitled

    By: M. R. Vega

    Questions, answers, a child, make it two. They come with hesitations, lamentations, facing an adverse wall of loss and convoluted reprise.

    I come with constraints, a nervous bellowing deeply settled, unsure of the realities I see, unsure of the recoiling unknown, knowing I’d be just as apprehensive to know what’s before me.

    Questions and answers, share a truth, don’t shy from honesty, trust in thyself, what’s the worst that can happen?

    So many years, so many unanswered questions, curiosities of the splendor to the unknown, the unchecked, what will you say? How will you feel?

    There sits pen and paper, before me it rests, my hands shake, the heart quivers to the nervousness of what you two will think. I press on and give you as much as I can muster to give a good take of my tapestry.

    Take the thread, follow my steps to learn from what I’ve become and who I am to be. I come with honesty and guilt, take my apologies as you will. I am here.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the support readers and I Love that you come back time and again. May your day come with grace and the night a blissful one. Thank you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-Seven, June 25th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Wouldn’t it be such a cruel joke to find the hi-ho was more a reference to snow white and that song, you know the one. What if Vonnegut had nothing to do with it and the motivations that have me running to WP every morning and night was a Disney bit?

    Wouldn’t it be so disappointing?

    Damn straight, that’d be outright nonsense. Like mustard for a clock.

    Hee, hee, hee!!!

    Get it?

    Oh writing, the connections and concoctions that are allowed and can be such an effortless whim of pleasuring freedom.

    Mind you, it’s Vonnegut, it’s always Vonnegut. Bradbury and Vonnegut actually. Those two were not just pivotal and fundamental aspects to my growing. They were the friends and brothers, uncles and fathers I had dreamed to have and they were a book away. I gobbled up their words like a magical juggernaut looking for their wisdom, their fruit of what they saw, what they feared, and I took to it, embraced it and let it help me find everything after them. So if ever you read my words, know it’s to honor not only myself, and the steps toward a better tomorrow, but to the two writers that instilled a call to share and let it out. Hear me, take my heart and the mind that is shared here and know I mean well, I mean it sincerely and I’m not going anywhere but up.

    Next goal after I finish my first short story collection in December, I think I’m aiming for being Colorado’s Laureate. At least that’s a hope I have and a dream that I feel if I drive right I can achieve it.

    We’ll see. I just need to write more, share more and get it to as any as possible to share.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the day be bliss, the night be gentle and pleasure wrapped with a bow.

    Til tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-Six, June 24th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    So I finally finished some pieces, here’s one of them. The the piece under the side that extends out and connects to the water within that area it was I don’t know just splotchy and lacking really any movement and I didn’t like that so I wanted to add some movement I just I forgot the colors so it definitely is off a little bit but I’m kind of at a point where Art is Art is Art is Art so that’s, that’s where I’m standing.

    A Fawning Moon by: M. R. Vega

    And hey check this out another one because I just want to finish some things and I’m realizing that I have a lot of pieces that really aren’t finished. So, here’s another one.

    La Llorona in the Red Forest by: M. R. Vega, watercolor on canvas, 30 x 40

    And now honestly I’m tired I’m dizzy and hey I’m almost caught up.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the support for the coming back and again to say hello and share a like or two.

    May your day be bliss and the night graciously pleasing. Til tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Seventy-Five, June 23rd, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    So who is down for complacency?

    Any takers?

    No?

    I find it weird, a considerately odd diction to what a relationship becomes or at least can become.

    It has me scratch at the scalp with a shrug and silence due to not wanting a complacency in life. I want growth and a manifestation of what can be the best of me and the best of you. Why not, what’s to be lost if we were to take the time? I think that’s why life has me shrugging at complacent remarks and an incessant diction of monotonous rebuking to making a change. Why? What’s the fight against for? Is it becoming something different, or not wanting to make a change? These are my questions, this is the pedestal I stand on because I feel that the questions hold the answer to what life is and the reason we make choices and regard our id, a self manifestation of an ego that’s soul just wants attention.

    Relationships and complacency, is it a choice? Or is it apathy? Are they the same? But, if they are, how can you have apathy if there lies control and if the control is a form of flattery, is it control? Or is the whole of complacency a matter of trying to differentiate between frustrations and wants, and deciding what matters more? Is complacency a plane of existence where it’s a wrestling of choice and decisions to those choices?

    These are the questions that leave me looking at the walls during the night. Life brings questions let’s find the answers together.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you friends for the support, thank you for being you and being amazing. Thank you. May the night be peaceful and bliss come to borrow for you and yours.

    Til Tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM