Wednesday, July 31, 2013


In a world of Haves and Have Nots, I am absolutely a Have.
If asked if I am either happy or sad, I am happy.
If it's routine or spontaneity, it's typically routine.
I don't have many enemies.
I take less risks than I could.
I have fear, but it's usually manageable.
I often speak in generalizations.


My practice of discipline brings two opposing mantras. Ever dependent, yet always in conflict.

Habit. Habit. Habit.

I am human. I am human. I am human.

Monday, July 29, 2013

Endless Ocean

My feet take control away from my self-imposed restraint, launching me onto the border of consciousness where sand meets abyss. Here I rest, pushing up against the clear boundary, yet I am too content to smash through.

My shouts exercise my throat, but don't exhaust it.