A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Life, Or Something Like It
Life's a trip. A big one. The only thing that keeps me moving forward is the eternal hope of the sublime goal. Inevitable happiness that will ultimately heal my soul and entire being. Someday it'll meet me more than halfway. It has to.
hi, with warning. i am entirely damaged and crazy with masochistic tendencies and an addictive self-destructive personality. but i am in the trials of self-recovery- though thoroughly failing in the process, here's to hoping- one day- someday. in form of pure tried articulation of the written word, this space keeps the highly erratic and darkly emotional self reflection of my contemplative life with bits of sunshine scattered in between. i am a mess; i absolutely create disasters and inevitably fuck everything up. so decide if you are one who actually thinks and chooses for his own mind or one who is fated to predestined cowardice, forever running away like the rest of the narrow minded sheep in this world and unable to embrace the violent and bittersweet storm of harsh realness.
Sylvia Plath:The Bell Jar Janet Fitch: Paint It Black Suki Kim:The Interpreter Charles Bukowski: Sifting Through The Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.
2 comments:
quite a hateful lil high, I might add...but it proves to be worth once in a while...and you write slick...slick is nice...
Scribblers Inc.
P.S.- the word check is sub-meds...make anything of it??
Good one Jane!
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