Dream Dark Stories

Tag: thoughts

  • Whoooo, Now What?

    I finished it. Finally finished it. After pages and pages had been pillaged, bagged, smoked, rewrote, gouged, burned, reversed, jumbled, rewritten again, and again, smashed to oblivion, and finally written again. It’s finished. 

    I sigh with a joyous breath of calm and scan through, marking everything, editing every sentence, and character that’s gleaming out from every page.  I smile with a slight grimace, unsure, where’s this unsurity ensuing from? Why don’t I celebrate? I’m done. But there’s so much more to this isnt there?

    Why did I rush this? Why did I dedicate the last two and a half years to this, and then, here near the end, blast through with an urgent rapping at the helm? I’d scoured every page front and back, edited from beginning to end, and gave my friend a rounded, well-thought-out, polished version of his life story. Commas are in place, run-on sentences excised, paragraphs etched and modeled to represent the best of this man. I didn’t want to take away the easy-going nature of John’s character and spirit, so I let him write from his point of view as it is when it is. Something is moving in his writing as though he remembers these old memories and moments as though they happened in the now. I find it comforting, and I enjoy the way he recalls this and that so effortlessly. And now I’m done.

    So why is there a hollow feeling within? Why does my heart feel heavy? I’m proud of my work and being finished, but there’s a salt to the air and my breath holds.

    He’s dying, matter of fact. Two weeks ago, he’d told me of his diagnosis. I felt stunned, distraught,  and a harrowing sadness digging deeper than I’d expected. He hadn’t smiled, giving this information; if so, it was meek and quick, but he told me sincerely and with not a quiver in his throat. I tried to stay collected and calm, remembering I’m not dying, well, not like he is, and this isn’t about me. But then I think of him and how he’s become a surrogate father and a great friend, how he’s introduced me to the calmness of being and gentleness of the heart that leaves me feeling cleansed and detoxed of the poisons from my past. He’s taught me how to allow forgiveness from others and what it means to be humble. He’s shown me humility and grace, and I’m left here, not knowing what to say to him to thank him.

    Now, thinking in the darkness, writing this out, I think I know why I pushed it out quickly, like ripping a band-aid off.  I’m afraid of saying goodbye, but want to give him the gift of a finished book before he’s gone.

    It seems contradictory to the unspoken wants left behind, meaning plenty but never being mentioned, and to die with what’s to come.

    C’est La Vie

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

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  • Questions

    I question life and its complexity, I ponder the will of man and how we choose to go forward, though there’s no direction without warning.

    I gaze toward the sky with a peering eye for salvation. That only comes from within, yet I grasp at the imaginable, the dreaming mind that falters at a whisper.

    There’s a wind at my back, pushing, pushing, agonizingly pushing me toward a precipice unknown. I hesitate for just a moment and decide to let it lead toward my destiny. Will I falter? Will I fail? Will I fall?

    Do you gaze onward, looking for brighter pastures? Does it bring a flutter to the heart, a speed to the feet?

    There’s an ancient song in the air, something somber yet sweet cascades over the howling winds and takes hold of the spirit, takes hold of life, takes hold of the breath.

    I wonder through the years, taking stock of my misfortunes and grateful offerings, taking heed of the warnings I hadn’t seen before, and shaking my head at so many mistakes.

    Do you gaze at the moon? Do wonder like me what could have been and isn’t?

    I fixate on tragedy, the comedy of it all, and finally understand Shakespeare. There is never sweetness without the sour.

    My mind like a sieve, showers many a thought being left for dead, struggling behind me, gasping for air like a dying fish rescued from drowning.

    C’est La Vie

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • An Hour In My Head

    The crickets chirp softly while the burling roll of traffic glides on by. It’s nearly silent tonight. Even the dogs rest idly by peering through the fence at nothing but space free to roam. I pity them, though love them dearly. This concrete jungle isn’t for them. They need green, they need freedom.

    I look at them with heavy eyes, sullen with guilt for taking them…but where would they be if not here?

    The catching gleam of sound, something grasps hold of the spirit and rides a current of passion enclenched within terror.

    The heart beats rapidly, freely, gaining wings from the ecstasy of music cascading the soul.

    Sweet melodies caress endearing spirits waiting to take flight.

    Leaving, fleeing, flying.

    C’est La Vie

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • To Write or Not to Write.

    It is like pulling teeth with a screwdriver. Writing that is. I’ll have these tendrils of an idea that I try to grasp and spin, but it runs from my hands like slippery sinew. I hesitate and cower at the helm with pen in hand, waiting to scribble something better than nothing. But I pause and tremble at the thought. Why?

    Because I’m not who I used to be, and the shell of what I’ve become is dry and brittle. My mind is something else nowadays, too, that leaves me shielding away from what i dream of doing on a daily but still I hesitate and leave it bare. 

    It’s not that I’m incapable, I’m nervous of what I’m capable of or not now, anxious that it’s senseless dribble seeking an ear, meaning to be read.  I wait. Take the pen to paper and let it go. The everlasting joys of writing eeks out like a clogged fountain pen spurting out bits and pieces. It’s not effortless anymore. I take to that helm so delicately, nervous that I’ll pierce through the otherside looking for a better route but that’s not right. Is it?

    It clammers at the head, chisels at my heart and begs to be splayed out. What to do?

    C’est La Vie

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • A Day in Thought

    I’m off alone in silence not minding the serenade that collapses before me. Hold me. I don’t know what keeps me wrapped within. I’m shattered to think that I’m done, that my brain has gone kaput, but the words don’t seem to meet my head with the fingers tapping and tapping. I sit and freeze. Unaware. Frightened by the littlest movement. Unmoved. And then I meet a wall tall and bearing down with gritted smile shit teeth. This is my brain snapping…my brain losing sight of what’s in front of me. I sit still and silent letting the cacophony of sound above drench over me burden me with your movement…blank.

    Staring off, bemused and bored unfixed, loosely hanging, dangling without an attachment to the gripping sense of sensibility. The stone and fury , the hurry and storm, constant relations to be bequeathed.

    I ponder the thought that leads me astray, the things that reflect within the benefit of the outside picture. I take to the sky, take to the freedom that has been unregistered and laid at the feet of the helm. I ponder to think, to think to be amiss and remiss the absolute before me. I risk the fall of what lays ahead. I ponder to think, to be aligned with you and me forever to be. I ponder, wonder, and dream, dream of this being rectified and realigned to fit the setting and project a fuller me.

    C’est La Vie

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

    ‘Know Thyself’

  • Day Three Hundred, March 2nd, 2025

    Hi-ho and hello

    Reasons. Or an explanation.

    MS or Multiple Sclerosis is a disease that eats away at the protective sheath around the nerves and nerve endings. The immune system eats away at the protective covering of nerves.
    In MS, resulting nerve damage disrupts communication between the brain and the body.

    Multiple sclerosis causes many different symptoms, but for me the ones include pain, fatigue, and impaired coordination. The symptoms, severity, and duration can vary from person to person. Some people may be symptom free most of their lives, while others can have severe chronic symptoms that never go away.

    Now, What they don’t tell you is that it also depends on where the lesions are. Guess where most of mine are?! My brain. My frogging brain!

    So I sit with a collection of doubts, I sit with this disparate solvent that I call luck of the draw and embrace the tumultuous blend of what is.

    But it’s why I’ve been gone for the duration of the last three months. There’s a multitude of reasons but the biggest being something triggered a fear in me, something trickled down my spine and tingled enough to within an urgency that I silenced myself and watched pieces get taken away. Then I noticed these were pieces I needed, pieces I wanted still and use now. But instead of writing my woes and whittling a memory engrained. I silenced myself like Montage muffled his mind, I shut off the engine entirely and just now am starting to regain a kindling that seems resurrecting enough. I guess we’ll see.

    I will tell you this, I dealt with fears that I created myself, errors that were uneeded and let them manifest in their own dark pool of grief and woe and I suffered from that but until now realized I need to let it go. Luckily life is longer than expected and these things should be relieved easily and let go of easier than pie. Whatever that means. I’m out. 

    C’est La Vie

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

    ‘Know Thyself’

  • A Foe, what ho!

    What advice would you give to your teenage self?

    Hi-ho and hello.

    So give it a rewind and reset the mic. If I had the opportunity to talk to my teenage self I’d likely start with a quick kick to the nuts. no wait, I’d sit back and watch his hopeless hopeful ass make a fool of himself, I’d tick the areas of concern due to the MS and observe the future decisions that are bound to me and this is when I’d speak.

    I’d try to be peaceful, though a part of me would want to gouge my eyes out and another part would want to hug me and say everything is gonna be okay.

    But my words directly would be this: Hold on, don’t rush, and hold on.

    I think that’s what I’d try to convey. That life is a chaotic mess and me being in a hurry to grow up doesn’t need to be  the case. ‘You’ll find a woman and marry. You’ll have children and you don’t need to be in a hurry anymore.’

    C’est La Vie

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

    ‘Know Thyself’

  • Day Two Hundred and Ninety-Seven, February 16th, 2025 pt. 2 & Prompt Soup #0.76

    What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in?

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I want to help others. Not just that I want to be a beneficial point for each person I meet on the job in an effective and transformative way for the positive.

    Funny thing is I was going to originally be a teacher and was aptly bound to the idea for quite some time. Circumstances change though and my small job brought on a tendency to help, truly benefit others, and I turned the corner towards counseling.

    Now my decisions changing have me at a precipice of decisions, decisions, and more decisions, do I want to be a mental health provider, marriage counselor, suicide prevention agent, the list is nearly limitless but wait…can I handle this?

    Am I up to the challenge though, am I capable to be unbiased and come with a open mind and open heart to everybody’s circumstances and situations?

    I ponder on this thought and can’t wait to start my Masters.

    C’est La Vie

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

    ‘KNOW THYSELF’

  • Day…, Hmmm…, What day is it?

    Hi-ho and hello everyone.

    How are you today? How are you this week, or this last month?

    On a personal level, I’m here. I’m alive and I’m breathing a familiar air. But, there’s a hitch. My health has considerably slowed my reaction time, my processing, and delivery to all factors of my reality. And let me tell you, it’s a doozy.

    So, the thing is health, am I right? The answer is yes. I am right. For the simple fact of this, Multiple Sclerosis is a sorry bastard that hangs on the back  of the mind like a monkey with a cause. And sorry to tell you, everyone is different. Some are treated with minor degrees of issue, balance, minor vision alterations, and some confusion. Others have the joy of the MS hug, cold limbs, tingly skin, sensations of flesh burning, and oh yeah confusion, memory issues and so on. Then you have the ones with mobility issues and assorted issues as mentioned above. Everyone is different and it makes the disease an isolating son of a b****. 

    My balance is being questioned on a daily, I lean this way, fall that way and stumble around like a drunken buffoon. I don’t drink. At all. My vision blurs and fades, colors dwindle, and taste disappears. But the worst, honestly, the worst aspect of it all, is what is happening within. Mentally.

    I’m chasing my mind with a net like a sieve catches sand. It’s effortlessly useless though. I’m chasing a figment of myself through the red forest and when grasped, it comes in sharpened blades slicing away at what’s left. It’s like chasing what’s in the mirror, there’s nothing to be caught and if ever it’s feasible, it’s a downgraded and filibustered variety that doesn’t compare to even the most basic form.

    Think Picasso writing his memoir through paint with a fever.

    Water Colour – Marigolds by: M. R. Vega

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning. Good morning and good night. May your day be bright and the night be bliss.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • 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 & Fifty-Seven, September 13th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    I’m off my game. Even worse, I’m completely in left field with no sure way how to rectify without exhausting the bit I have left. I feel like this:

    Enjoy!!!

    I’m spent and wasted.

    Libations are not on the scale and the wasted fatigue that riddles my body is directly caused by life and living and being exhausted upon waking.

    It’s said over-activity, physical or otherwise, bad diet, heavy meals, heavy sugars, and the likes can cause my fatigue. Then leads to explaining that health symptoms may be directly causing issues…hmmm.

    Yeah I f****** think so.

    Multiple sclerosis is one hell of a thing.

    But check this out: I’m bad about it. I’m horrible about it. I forget that I have multiple sclerosis, or I’ll get a treatment, I’ll have the infusion I mean and I’ll feel good. But then lo and behold a week later I’m feeling as though the Hulk just smashed my pelvis. Or broke my legs backward and felt like making a drink with my head, shaking not stirred.

    This is a weekly ordeal, if not daily. And I’m drained. Though I’m not trying to be, it’s like my engine just doesn’t have the gumption to maintain the drill of the day and I think of what’s changed.

    There’s nothing much, a pill for high cholesterol but that’s it.

    Maybe that’s it…maybe I’m saying too much. Who knows?

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support and for coming to my crazy site. May your day be forever joyous, and the night be graceful and gentle. Thank you for staying you and being awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Forty-Eight, September 4th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    So I got a job and I’ve had this job for awhile now; I’ve been the editor kind of character for my dear friend John for almost two years now. And I’m nervous.

    I feel that I haven’t done enough in drawing a line and implicating a call for prompts and exploratory scapes into the fundamental craft of writing to write.

    I’ve been so focused on maintaining that of what he wrote for the memoir and what I’ve edited. It’s all I edit and all I focus on when I come over.

    But lo and behold his wife scheduled up a writing workshop.

    Now a small part of me was throwing a mental fit when I got the news.

    The other, larger portion was elated to hear for John as a writing workshop would be more than great for him and help him hone in his craft and find his voice.

    I guess what I’m nervous about is losing my position and him finding out that I’m less than I try to portray as someone who has been writing for years.

    The trouble of the matter is, I have been writing for a long duration and am in school currently and will be gaining my Masters sooner than later. So I’m nervous. I’m also reeling with the imaginary fears of being considered obsolete now that he’s been to a workshop. I know it’s foolish, but still, there’s an inkling inside that has me spinning and near fretful.

    I guess I can do nothing but continue editing, continue communication and hope that my small worries don’t manifest into something greater.

    Fingers crossed.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support, thank you for coming time and again. May your nights be forever joyous and the days be blissful and gentle.

    Thank you for being you and staying awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Forty-Six, September 2nd, 2024 and Prompt Soup #0.30

    Are you holding a grudge? About?

    Hi-ho and hello.

    What a curious question, isn’t it?

    Maybe I am, maybe. But when one has to think if there is a grudge to be had, I feel that it’s telling that there isn’t a grudge.

    Overall, I think about forgiveness, or being unforgiving.

    I think, if anything, I have a grudge against myself. But that has to do with not forgiving myself for past actions.

    Do you ever think of that? In respects to others that may have ruffled your feathers, how do we rate ourselves with our anger in respects of the self and everybody else. Can we be angry at the world for waking up hurting? Can we hate our partner because work was rough? Do our failures feed the anger that holds to the past.

    As it is what I wrote at the top of this post, to what is being written now is the past. Are we going to go back to circumvent and circumvent and circumvent or do we face the problems head on?

    And maybe that’s why I don’t have a Grinch, maybe that’s why I have been able to let go of the things that do frustrate me because instead of circumventing I do what I can to either face on or scream at it.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning good night. May your day be forever blissful, and your night be joyously invigorating. I thank you for your support, for being you, and for staying awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Forty-Five, September 1st, 2024 and Prompt Soup #0.29

    What brings a tear of joy to your eye?

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Life. Hahahaha…but seriously.

    I’m easily moved or perhaps I’m empathetic to a lot and being moved is due to the empathy I carry. I wouldn’t know as it’s not something I’m concerned about. I love the way emotions hit me differently. But it doesn’t mean I’m a sobbing and weeping man forever moaning in the dark.

    There is this simplicity I see in the world and how it’s all connected. And I think that’s why I get moved expeditiously when it clicks.

    Take Assault on Wall Street for example.

    It isn’t a great film, feel that it was definitely made in a hurry but there is a part where the main character loses his partner or his spouse and the reason why hit me like a hurricane would. My body was riddled with complete and absolute grief and what it must have felt like for all the people that had had their money stripped from them and trusting the system.

    Or the wind on this very day and how it hits just right. There are notes of fall in the air, a crisp chill that nips at the toes…and the smell encompasses my everything for a moment and I can sense the changes coming.

    ENJOI!!!

    Or that moment when the music lands at my ears with a gentle cacophony of splendour, the whisper of strings whisp my mind away cascading into the meadows of dream and wonder.

    C’est La Vie

    0 good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support, thank you for coming back again. And once again thank you for being you and staying awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Forty-Four, August 31st, 2024 and Prompt Soup #0.28

    Why do you blog?

    Hi-ho and hello.

    So Ray Bradbury’s said, a long while ago, that you only fail if you quit when it comes to being a writer. So that is why I’m here. I am here because I have a deep respect for Bradbury and his writings and his suggestions and his ideas and one of them is writing every day and I’ve done everything I can to make sure that I supply that. Though there are times lately, that I let my fatigue and depression get in the way of it which isn’t okay, but it’s life and that is life. So that is what I do and that is why I do it.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support, thank you for being you and staying awesome. May your night be glorious and the day be gentle.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Forty-Three, August 30th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    A Zen quote I found earlier today reading the opinion of Ethan Hawke.

    “You don’t have to walk on water, you get to walk on Earth”

    The conversation was about film and the emotions we walk away with after the film is done.

    He mentions how, like many of us, he loves the big tent pole films just like the rest, but is left with a resounding lament to not being a wizard or a Jedi after the movie is done.

    But what he mentions and why I’m here today is due to the quote above and Richard Linklater films.

    Now, I love cinema, I love the scripts, the diction, the setting, and themes of whatever it is that has met the screen. But I get what Hawke is getting at. There is something about the relatable, or the parallel that seems far fetched but when you watch a Linklater film, it’s like getting doused in cold water. There’s a reminding to the tether that each of us have that is life and living.

    We may not be on brooms whizzing around in the sky, or force pushing our way through squads of clones, but notice the air you’re breathing?

    Can you feel the heat of your exhaling, can you feel your teeth get a small and brief coating of coolness when you breathe back in? That’s you. Living and breathing and sensing these small innocuous additions that make life the treat it is every day.

    Hawke mentions the quote ‘You don’t have to walk on water, you get to walk on Earth’ and the resounding beauty and simplicity cascades effortlessly through me. He has a point though doesn’t he?

    If the grandiosity doesn’t match with the true implication of what’s possible, it changes things doesn’t it? It leaves you wanting something that’s not possible, thus dreaming for naught.

    So I get where he’s coming from in the fact that though it’s nice to dream and that kind of means dreaming about being a Jedi or a superhero or having unfathomable power is one one thing. But to be truly moved and to be able to empathize through the means of film and art to portray that of what is real, that’s a gift and definitely a gift that I think a lot of us should breathe in a little bit more.

    https://ew.com/ethan-hawke-compares-richard-linklater-films-to-star-wars-and-harry-potter-8705266

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support you show, I thank you for coming back again and again.

    May the night be blissful and your day glorious. Thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Forty-Two, August 29th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    And I know, I’m late, three, maybe four now, mm I think…life is…well, it’s life. It’s not always peaches and cream or mana from the heavens…sometimes it’s a s*** sandwich that we need to persevere through.

    I know sorry fell, I’d say ghoulish overkill or ghoulish humor but it’s not humorous it’s f****** life.

    But that’s the beauty of it. Life is beautiful and messy and sometimes chaotic and sometimes perfect, it’s life. There will be days where I will have my s*** in order and there will be weeks that I’m…off my game.

    Today, hell, this week has been that for me.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning good night. I hope your day is beautiful and your night is blissful. Thank you for being you thank you for supporting and thank you for being awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Thirty-Nine, August 26th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Ever find yourself in a stupor?

    These last few days that’s where I’ve found myself. Unable to write, unable to clearly think. Do you ever find this in your scope? I mean it’s a legitimate question. Do you ever wake up and you go about your day and you realize it’s not that you don’t have thoughts it’s not that you’re not thinking, there’s just an area within that seems scrubbed or so disheveled and unorganized that for some reason you can’t extrapolate from that source? This has been the way of my life the last week. I am in this f****** stupor that seems so hard to remove myself from. And obviously I’m coming too, I don’t know how that would be obvious to you except for the way I’m writing and the way I’m discussing, but still there’s this field of depression that has me really wanting to kick rocks. Thankfully the weather matches my mood.

    But right quick does it come with a small inkling of feeling alone that seems to spread and permeate even the dreams you tend to have?

    I honestly don’t know and I think it’s okay. There’s something about being in the dark in the scope of my internal circumstances that has me breathe a quiet celebration of avoidance.

    This is where I share the thoughts that scratch up my skull, where the music shrouds my thoughts am but shares a familiar lamenting.

    ENJOI!!!

    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 gentle and the night wondrous!

    Thank you for being you and staying awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Thirty-Three, August 20th, 2024 and Prompt Soup #0.19

    How do you plan your goals?

    Hi-ho and hello

    Now this question depends on a myriad of situations. If it’s something long-term like a five-year, three-year, one-year stint till completion or nearing the end of a goal it’s likely in my passion planner and on my calendar. If it’s something within the week, it’s usually posted on a sticky note, maybe jotted down onto the fridge.

    Short-term goals usually end up just internal, it’s a set plan that I know I need to make moves within the day to make sure that I can either do it or have it. I found that most plans though outside of a week take considerable planning and learning. School is my favorite though when it comes to planning. I’m actually nearing the end of my B.A. and I cannot wait to go get my M.A.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your nights be epic, May the day be joyous and may life treat you well. Thank you for showing your support and staying awesome and staying you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Thirty-Two, August 19th, 2024 and Prompt Soup #0.18

    Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I need to be honest here. The matter of fact is that I ashamedly hyped a day for no reason other than it was my day.

    My birthday happened to be the last thing I got excited for. And why you may ask. It was for nothing other than I had lived longer than Jesus.

    No, I’m not being blasphemous, I’m being rather straight forward. I like fact and the fact is that there was a man named Jesus that died on a cross at age 33, mind you, this was more than 2000 years ago, but still.

    Now, given my health and some worry that I’ve been dealt a shit hand, I had honestly thought I wouldn’t make it past age 33. With the loss of over ten family members in the last couple years, including my brother who passed due to a brain aneurysm, I hadn’t thought I’d make it much further. He died at age 33 and given the six month difference from his age to mine, my fingers were crossed.

    So, with that explanation, I was more than elated that my birthday was getting closer and closer, and finally it came and I am now an additionally older. Thank the gods!

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your day be joyous, and the night be blissful. I thank you for your support and I thank you for being awesome and being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Twenty-Nine, August 16th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    …it’s evening, the late summer cicadas sing and chitter with the crickets. The boy plays.

    The streets are loud tonight and the mosquitos won’t stop sucking at the arms and legs.

    The sensations of summer heat still linger heavy and yet there’s a smell of winter in the wind.

    The boy plays into the night, singing indecipherable tongues, moving cables, moving cords. The boy plays and plays. 

    The crickets chirp, the cicada sing, the hollows silence between the pauses leave a scent of coming change, a sound of perpetual motion.

    The boy plays through summer heat, with autumn showers, and revels with the winter winds. He sniffs at the air, senses change, and shouts to the sky. The boy plays.

    C’est La Vie

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

    May your night be delicately beautiful and the day joyous and splendid. Thank you for being you and staying awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Twenty-Eight, August 15th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Whoa, yep, a couple hundred days and I’m still here. Still kicking and typing away, of course though, I lament with a lateness that has been crowding my space. But that’s life, right? It’s not always sugar and ease.

    I do what I can to leave no doubt that I’m still kicking and thrashing with what tools I have here. It’s likely for myself as I go on and talk to the empty space before me…but there’s an inkling that maybe you’ll read it eventually. And you ask, who is the writer talking to. Is it you? Is it the boys? Is it my son, the nonverbal boy right beside me, or is it you? The reader? Who knows? I know that I know not.

    I write aimlessly at times to help deduct that which confuses and muddies the waters for my clarity. Do you do this?

    C’est La Vie

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

    I thank you for the showing of support and coming time and again. Thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Two Hundred & Twenty-Seven, August 14th, 2024, Prompt Soup #0.14

    What positive emotion do you feel most often?

    Hi-ho and hello.

    For the most part there’s a large portion of my days that are filled with contentment. That said there’s a large assortment within that portion or life in general that has me standing slanted and scratching at my head.

    Life is a conundrum and a queer one at that. So I take in the swallows of winter wind that can be sensed in the air. There’s a brisk touch to the mornings that have an aire to it bringing thoughts of rain and slush.

    This is my morning and I stand slouched, tired, yawning, and wishing there were coffee IVs sold over the counter. I’d be strapped to one on a daily, darkened veins would decorate my body from the oils of the bean. Conundrums and confusions, say it now, I may be losing it. This is day Two Hundred & Twenty-Seven…and I’m trying not to be nervous but I can see the writing. I can sense a change…MS the bitch…shit.

    C’est La Vie

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

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

    NOSCE TE IPSUM