December 2009
4 posts
High on pills but not even high, just sideways. In cartoons, when they show someone who is drunk, or high, or otherwise sick, they paint wavy lines and funny bubbles swirling up and around their head. That sorta represents the way Ive felt for the past year, trippin out on medication, living in a thoughtcloud, real funked up and cartoony sick. I dont have a baseline anymore, and when I try to...
If I will my thoughts, and take to effort like a needle to wax, its easy to simply push play. Yet something is lacking, a gnawing sense of doubt, a something, a someone, somewhere; convinced I just haven’t yet realized how unskilled I actually am. I feel moments of accomplishment, of ability, yet wither in confidence as I juxtapose these emotions against an invisible “they,”...
Open up your mind, the way you do a book, and take a look at the pages. You leaf backwards, and reread that which was, your past, notated and transcribed in its place and in its time. Words, representing thoughts, representing memories, representing life, albeit, now simply…nothing, YET, forever tied to emotions, that which will never die, that being all that we are, which we seek -...