Dream Dark Stories

Tag: life

  • Day Two Hundred & Twenty-Six, August 13th, 2024 and Prompt Soup #0.12

    What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?

    I guess you could say I’m a tad corny, too hopeful, or ignorant. Whatever it is you choose to define my persona, let it be something joyous. And I know a lot of my language is marosse, that the direction is more drab and negative to which I don’t mean it to be.

    I like questioning life and what it is that makes us tick…even if it be me. I appreciate the analytic perspective to the human, whomever it may be. But overall, regardless of writing, I want this, all I’ve written to help someone. Whether it be one, two, or one sentence that moves someone to do something positive and to better the outcome for another…then I’m good.

    Again I know it’s corny, but it’s the truth. I think life is simple and we make it difficult because feelings and logic tend to sit in a perplexing order when it’s applicable to what fits. Like a puzzle piece finishing the horizon.

    If what I write can help someone either find a path to work, see choices made or questions asked that help retrieve their own findings than la-di-da.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for coming to my page and venturing within. May your night be splendid and the day be graceful. Thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Twenty-Five, August 12th 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    I do not know what’s happening in my head, though I am questioning my direction and place. Regardless of anything of what’s going on, whenever I find myself seeing more darkness than light, somehow this song ends up finding itself in my playlist. It’s not one that’s been added until recently, but every time, it still pops up. Divine interventions? I doubt it; I’m pretty sure it’s just an algorithm and the simple fact that I’m a fan of The Cinematic Orchestra.

    What is it that keeps you up at night? Is it the multitude of chores still to be done? The laundry monster in the Master? School work by the loads? Work and editing for weeks? No? Yes? Is it something else? Is it the paintings undone and the stories unwritten screaming to be let out? Do they yell inside?

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for coming to show your support and hope you well. May your night be blissful and the day gentle.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Twenty Four, August 11th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    Time keeps on ticking and I’m still stuck. Trying to find a way to salvation and a freedom that seems to escape me. My home is free, the place I rest my head is not the worst, it’s something in my heart that has me unsettled and at a point of unrest that has me question the world. Depression with ADHD is a b****, it’s left the canvas empty and the poetry book withering, the planner a facade of someone losing it and instead of changing it…I write here.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I think you for your support, and I think you for continuing to come back in again. Guess I should maybe get back on my s*** I’ll see you guys in a little while.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Twenty-Three, August 10th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I’ve been tentatively hesitant, not wanting to share all that much lately as I feel I’m spiraling.

    The days are melding together overlapping like waves of an oceans tide. My head is something similar splicing thoughts and images to compile what’s more surreal than wanted. But if it’s burning bright enough I guess you hold on to it, right?

    Ever want to not feel anything? 

    I’ve been practicing my jungian pillars, making sure I address what I’m breathing for and what it is I love. But this consistent doing and writing to myself and aiming to better who I am each day is isolating me. I love my wife but I can only watch a screen for so long before my brain wants to shut off. I want you.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and Good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support shown and thank you for being you and staying awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Twenty-Two, August 9th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Like Sophocles I try to come with the riddles that flummox my spirits. This said, sorry for the incoherent riddling that I find myself transfixed by. Life is a cumbersome and confusing pulse that seems to pump and flow when it needs…or wants.

    I say this because I am tired. I am tired of the entrapment of conversation that was initially intended to immediately confuse. Or I find myself stupified with the questioning of what is known.

    And I wonder does she feel trapped. And then she makes comments about being complacent, comments like: “we’ve been together for this long”or “we’re already here”.

    I don’t think she wants it, I think, to be honest, that there’s the knowledge and knowing of affordability or lack there of that makes it where there’s no way and I’m sorry for her because I want her to be happy and I don’t think I bring her the joy she imagined would be there at all.

    I find myself just wanting to bring a happiness to her that doesn’t involve the above mentioned situations. I’d like for there to be a transcending of the anguish that is rectified some way to a resolve that has us better than a complacency of what this is.

    But there I digress because I know in doing this it’s a taking of action on both parts. I’m going to go to therapy. I’m going to continue taking care of myself. And there’s really not much else I can do other than what I’ve been trying to do. I feel that getting the puppy was a good idea that solidified a truth I don’t want to address. So maybe it was a bad idea I don’t know but I adore the puppy and I adore seeing the smile that she has with the puppy.  I don’t know I have some figuring out to do I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support, I thank you for coming to the page again and again. Thank you for being awesome and being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Twenty-One, August 8th, 2024

    What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I’d say preferably my keys, of all things. Next it’d be my wallet, last my phone.

    Given the circumstances of being the stay-at-home father to a kid with autism, keys are a needed item to be used and on a near constant demand.

    There’s something about knowing they instill a security and physically implicate that security it’s a favored piece. It has a small key chain storm trooper from years ago and a beer opener that doesn’t open beer. Really though it’s the keys. That safety. ⛑️

    C’est La Vie

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

    I thank you for the show of Support and for coming back again. Thank you for being you. Stay awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Nineteen, August 6th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I find myself hesitating and gritting my teeth anxiously. Awaiting what, you may ask, the thing is I have no idea. I choke. Clear my throat, and… Ponder on life and the trivialities that come with it.

    I think of life, the machines that are the daily routines we fall into and think of how to break it up without creating chaos. Is that possible though? Have we become so complacent with the routines that doing otherwise is too strange?

    Partial Segway: Tattoos are so much more complicated than anybody can ever assume unless you are a tattoo artist.

    I’m still pondering. Life is just strange and odd.

    Did you know I sleep on a cot? It’s roughly three feet wide and a half 5ft 10in. We live in a four bedroom and I sleep on a f****** cot.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning good night. I think you for the support you show, I thank you for being you, I think you for being awesome, and I think you for coming time and again to show you give a damn thank you so very much.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Seventeen, August 4th, 2024

    A Sonnet

    By: M. R. Vega

    Shadows come undone, whispering in tongue.

    A heart pumping, desolate and empty.

    Alone and hungry, it vies for splendor.

    An evanesced dream, drifting whispers gone.

    A wanting of hope, needing more light.

    Traveling wayward, feel it rising still.

    Taking hold, craving joys, heed a darkness.

    Shadows come creeping, lamentations whisper.

    Fevers comes dripping, splendor be reeking.

    Tongues flicker, a whisper evanesced.

    C’est La Vie

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

    Thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Sixteen, August 3rd, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    So it goes.

    I don’t know why I was excited…like I’ve said a few times, I have no friends aside from John.

    So wanna guess what happened…?

    Nothing. Not that doesn’t happen every other time someone is invited, it’s the same damn thing… It’s not that that’s a problem, the birthday stuff that I wanted to do got to be done and the few things that didn’t fit into the timing, we have planned to be fit in other days, so not a big loss. It’s simply the wondering of why did I want a big party if I knew that I can only have a little one?

    Maybe it’s knowing life is counting down, that life is being shaved off day by day, death is inevitable, Memento Mori, right?

    Or maybe there was a full hope that spontaneous calls were made to invite some familiar faces…I digress, this wasn’t the case. But oddly it was more pleasant than expected. I celebrated with my wife and son, celebrated with my brother and managed to get my hands on some delicious sweets like Cinnamon Crunch, and Gourmet Caramel popcorn. Mmmm and frozen dried fruit roll ups that are more than addicting.

    Anyhow if you find yourself in Pueblo Colorado I’d advise that you try Tastee’s Carnival Treats.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Okay thank you for the support and the coming back and again. Especially @dirtysci-fiBuddha.

    Thank you for being you, thank you for being awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Fifteen, August 2nd, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    A day away and I’m more than excited oddly, I even have a more than long playlist that I made. It’s more than sixteen hours of music for the third of August.

    Here’s the thing…I’m not one to go selfish where it becomes a day all about me, I like making sure I host well and make sure everyone else is h appy when there’s the celebration times. Given I’m the cook and it’s usually done at my house, hosting becomes second nature and then by the end of the day I’m tired and spent.

    I’m not doing that this year.

    I don’t know what I’m going to do yet but I’m aiming on for once focusing on my day, I surpassed Jesus. And to be honest I was petrified for a minute that I would maybe not make it beyond 33.

    Foolish, I know, but I don’t take the best care of my body, I don’t eat a regular diet, I tend to overdo it on sweets and happen to have an insatiable craving for coffee.

    Anyhow I’m excited for the birthday to come. Excited for what eventually be today.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support shown and hope your day is beautiful and the night wondrous. May light be a blessing.

    Thank you for being you and being awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Fourteen, August 1st, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Congrats, we’ve made it to the end of the summer break. Those of you with kids are likely elated, others not so much as you’re maybe going back to school. I’m in both boats on this one oddly.

    My wife, the teacher, is going back to work and is on her last leg of days left before she gets back to the grind. My boy though…he’ll be starting home school.

    I’m excited, getting to be a small portion to the teaching element is going to be fun with him. I’m excited to see the successes of his throughout the next few months.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the day be gentle and the night be blissful. I thank you for the support and would love to hear some commentary.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Thirteen, July 31st, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Good evening, the nights gentle air lays crisp and fresh. It’s quiet, almost serene and the crickets chirp. I just want to show you real quick what it’s like with memory and finding the right words this is a depiction of what that is like.

    “The…the…what’s it called…the things…water jets…no f****** stupid…water fount…no, no, no stop you fool…sprinklers. it’s sprinklers, yes”

    I s*** you not, that is my everyday and when I’m writing  it more than f****** sucks. It’s like having someone stamp into your mental space with no warning wherever it’s wanted to land and you’re just struck with this complete loss for mostly anything and everything, even hunger.

    I digress, I wish you a happy last day of July.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I  pray your day be bright with love and the night blissful with power and bliss.

    Thank you for the support and coming back again. Thank you for being you and being awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Twelve, July 30th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Do you ever find yourself angry at the world? Then find yourself wondering why the f*** am I angry? But then regardless of that wondering, there’s this resounding frustration that’s boiling down at the core and you don’t know why the f*** it’s there but you know it’s there. What you try to do instead is squelch it, suffocate it, muzzle the f*****, you do anything you can to ignore it because you know facing it will make it that much more painful? Do you ever find yourself doing this?

    My birthday is on the third this next month, just days away, and though I am excited, there is in fact a resounding saltiness that has me gritting my teeth and clenching down harder than I want to.

    I question why.

    Hmmm. 🤔

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your day be effortless in fishing happiness and may the night be simply sweet.

    Thank you for being you and staying awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Eleven, July 29th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Life. Oooh life.

    By: M. R. Vega

    It’s the density of the cuff to my cerebral cortex.

    If you believe the victor, do you think of decking the brim?

    I’ve been off hand, as you are so I am.

    The church on the candle strikes doom.

    Tick tock off the arc check the joint, take to watch.

    Its cash off, trip to this, calm to  forget.

    All for competition to make the test.

    Set a certification deemed nothing on the horizon.

    Search the day, you’ll mulch to know the loudness echo.

    Echo.

    Echo.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and coming back and again to take a gander.

    Thank you for being you and staying awesome. Thank you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Six, July 24th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I can’t sleep folks.

    I go to bed last and wake first.

    I calculated last night how long I slept last week, each night. The average was 3 hrs and 40 min.

    I don’t think it’s healthy, but what can I do?

    Truly, what is there to do when the melatonin doesn’t kick in enough and the fatigue calls for caffeine during the day? Where does the middle ground lie?

    It’s 12:40 a.m. I am wide awake gave a stab at tattooing my arm. Curious to see how the outcome will turn out holding I didn’t do any blowouts because, well it looks gross. I’m just going for a black arm band, nothing decorative, nothing elaborate, literally just a black armband that’s it and the reason why? Because I think it looks cool. And if it looks splotchy and wrecked, I’ll get it covered boo hoo hoo. 😋

    So the reason I’m acting so nonchalant, is because check this out, I’m an adult, and I can decide what I choose to do, eat, say, how I breathe, and how I react. And you know what’s really really cool? When you really look at it, when you really pull back and take a big f****** look at life, it’s okay. It’s okay to do things a little crazy, it’s okay to do your own tattoo, it’s okay to draw on yourself, it’s okay to please yourself. Of course do it with kindness, do it with nurturing and never violence, but that’s something awesome we have a choice. How does that feel? You and I have a choice to be what we want to be and react and act accordingly.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the day be blissful, the night a cherished one with that gleaming gorgeous moon above you. May your life be as wondrous as you allow it to be. Thank you for your support thank you for being awesome and thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Four, July 22nd, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Finally, some Art!

    These three pieces were just fun, I was more or less just trying to get comfortable with holding something bulky cuz I want to get into tattooing and trying to understand the art of tattooing because it’s nowhere near the same as anything that I’ve done before so these are three pieces that had nothing to do with anything but just trying to work with holding things awkwardly.

    (Could possibly be edited)

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the support and continued coming back again.

    Thank you for being 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-Seven, July 15th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    If this tells you anything, I’d hope the image would at least fill in the blanks as to why there isn’t more art.

    Meet Kona Bean

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for coming back again and again. I more than love the support but most important, thank you for being you.

    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