Beads

The door knew

As he closed it

That he wouldn’t 

Be coming home

That evening

The walls of that dull hallway 

Had watched him

All these years

As he came and went

They oozed a kind of

Sap-like substance

Sweated with him

Beads descending imperceptibly

Hardening like old veins

Catching his jacket

As he brushed passed

Knowing what lay ahead

But too afraid to turn sideways

And see for himself

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Daydreamer

Your search is as real as your childhood daydreams, lying in summer grass, climbing through puffy clouds, swimming in the blueness.  Enjoy it, but don’t imagine that your search today has any relation with your search tomorrow….daydreams don’t join together; that’s why they’re so light.

Introduction

March 18th 2013               

Hi there,

How’s it going?  I just wanted to introduce myself. I feel a little awkward and embarrassed about this because I haven’t shared this much….I’m a bit anxious about how it’s going to come across.

You see, the thing is…how can I put this………I’m you. 

I know, I know, crazy, right?  Yes, I totally understand.  I know it absolutely looks like I’m someone else, over here, doing my own thing, with my own special name.  But honestly, I’m just another you, over here.

Yes, I look and sound a bit different and yes, we were born and will die at different times.  So I do understand why this sounds odd, even nonsense.

But, you see, there just aren’t lots of different kinds of us.  It’s hard for me to explain; trust me or trust yourself; it’s the same thing.  You see, I’m not calling you from outside…I’m trying to reach you from inside, you get me?

Put it like this, if you like……..there is only one personality here….life’s personality.  Do you follow me?

Anyway, really nice to meet you finally.

See you around.

Love,

You