Zombies long for brains
Flavors of their living past
Faded dreams of life.
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Zombies long for brains
Flavors of their living past
Faded dreams of life.
Image Credit: Bing
Two sets of legs
Intertwine.
Caressing gently.
Passion, absent
Love.
Hard skin
Rattles against
Touch.
Consummation
Culminates
With consumption,
Destruction of one.
Each pair of legs
Re-divides, eight
Alone again.
At once both fearsome
And calmly reassuring.
Strange duality.
Today’s thought:
Freedom: The least amount of external influence on my life.
Looking over my life so far, it’s clear to me that I value freedom highly. I’ve walked away from jobs that looked like they’d box me in.
I love the independence I currently have. Even “lots more” money would be a tough choice, and probably not worth it. There’s little I’d trade it for.
Retreating darkness
Light now slowly reclaiming
Losses of winter.
It’s sad how much we lose because of our fear of failure. So many opportunities vanish simply because we were too afraid to act.
How will we ever know the extent of our possibilities if we fear reaching our limits? I know, for myself, that most of my perceived limits are illusory. Yet it’s uncomfortable to imagine stretching past them.
We must master our fears. If nothing else, transfer that to a fear of not trying, of the lost opportunity. That way our fears push us forward. Yet, I feel the ideal is centering ourselves upon love, passion. It’s better to run towards success than away from terror. Fear exhausts; love’s attraction energizes.
Creativity is, perhaps, the most wonderful gift one could have. Nothing’s more unique, more rare than the ability to see things as they could be.
Creativity is, perhaps, the most wonderful gift one could have. Nothing’s more unique, more rare than the ability to see things as they could be.
You rage against me
Simply because I exist.
Windswept barren sand.
Strange torturous song
Delight, anguish born anew
Without it we die.