I’m sitting still, empty through unrealized words of my body. In this stillness the ambiance of my surroundings is sensed undetermined. I find peace and gratitude is not forceful, appreciated.
Categories: Life
Tagged: consciousness, night, Poetry, rest
I don’t know why I still read this loser’s shit.
We don’t really talk to each other so much as at each other. I can’t wait to grow aggressive and say more and more significant shit in the hopes it’ll penetrate his ego. But it won’t. Modern society’s abomination is violence, but here sir, I’ve found [...]
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Poetry, reflections, upset
I’m at the Sacramento airport right now, waiting … which seems to be what everybody else is doing as well. Uncomfortably, people sit alone, while surrounded by other people who are also alone. I don’t know the history of our culture, but I’m curious as to when it became rude to prod a perfectly good [...]
Categories: Philosophy, Poetry
Tagged: airport, apathy, connection, disconnect, love, people, Philosophy, Poetry