Automorph

How exactly is one supposed to find himself when he is constantly changing identities?

A Darkness

I think we all have a darkness behind our eyes. It's the side of ourselves we keep hidden. A side of ourselves no one else will never know about.

Each and every one of us is a mere impulse away from exploding.

An Experiment (Let's See If This Helps)

Today, I Did The Following Good Things:
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* Signed a bunch of online petitions supporting animals and the environment, etc.

* Donated $20 to NAMI in the memory of Liz.

* Played and cuddled a lot with Bowie and Lilly.

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Hmmmm, it's a start.
Perhaps I can have a much longer list tomorrow...

Life As I Know It

At some point, life became less of a journey full of adventure, exploration and wonder... and devolved into a mere never-ending list of things I have to do.

Today's Thought

"So you call this your free country? Tell me why it costs so much to live."

---3 Doors Down

Won

Of all the great arts, our destiny is consistent.

We will suffer tragedy.

But after that tragedy...
With patience and dedication...

The end will be won by love.

Collision

Our mouths collide.
We try to bury our tongues deeper than they can go.

Alive. Awake.

We get high together
And caress each other with fingertips.

Our kisses taste like wine.
Intoxicating...
Sweet...
Delicious...
Divine.

As we merge our energy
You look me in the eyes
Unable to speak
You become a part of me.
I become a part of you.

We become love.

Out Of Touch

Confidence...pride... happiness... contentment... peace... calm... phased-in...

These are all things I have never touched. I've understood the words. I've understood the concepts... But after three and a half decades, I've still yet to feel them.

Someday.

Someday... I will. If even for a moment.

This is my goal.

When they ask the question, "If you could be anything or anybody, what would you be?"...

"I would be me.", is how I'd answer.

Today's Thought

How would you like to be a rookie on his first day on the bomb squad?

"Don't screw up, kid."

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I want
I want to improve
I want to improve the world
I want to improve
I want
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Elusive Gift

I think one of the main things that keeps me frustrated are the questions I find myself often pondering: What if I have a gift? What could that gift be?

Who's to say I'm not the greatest ice-skater who's ever lived? ... Or a song-writer with the potential to save a million lives? Who's to say I can't bake a cake that a thousand stomachs have longed for? ... Or that I don't have a set of MVP trophies on my mantle in some parallel universe?

How would anybody ever know?

I've never tried those things. ... Or applied myself to those things.

The talent could be there; if I had only tried. But we'll never know. Another wasted opportunity.

I suppose in some way, it never really mattered anyway. In the blink of any given eye, we could be wiped clean by a supernova. Everything we are and everything we have ever known... gone. Returned to the stars.

What would matter then?