July 2011
4 posts
Excuses
I am convinced I am mentally ill, yet I am convinced I’m just pathetic and fooling myself. I am sure that there’s nothing wrong with me. That is also my worst fear: that life may be too much for me to handle on my own, without the excuse of any sort of physical or mental handicap. I simply can’t get by day to day, for no other reason than that I am too weak to overcome my...
Heavy
My mind has closed down since my return home. Last week I was racing through novels, exploring a new city, and thinking in the sort of narrative way that makes you want to write; it makes you want to share your thoughts with the world for them to read and consider.
What is it about home that closes me off from myself? I’m far too busy to write, far too tired to read. Smoke a bowl and all...
Wonderful
At first, I was disappointed with our Skype conversation. He was tired from a long day at work; my feet ached from miles of sight-seeing, and longed for a cold shower and a warm bed. I wished he’d had more excitement for the things I’d seen, more of an enthusiasm for my endeavors. Instead, he could only muster the energy to repeat that home was lonely without me next to him each...
Forewarning.
My mind is as tangled as bedsheets on a hot, lonely summer night when my buzzing thoughts keep my brain awake long after my eyes have closed.