I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.
This tiny corner of the Internet is an outlet for unmasking random thoughts and creations surrounding life in general, adventures in budō, and any other topics that come to a ridiculous mind.
"Through journaling, your voice cannot go unheard."
The savage and I are at odds again today.
But, today, I’m not pacifying it. I refuse to play by its rules.
I will not coddle it, cuddle it, kiss it on its forehead today.
Today I resist. I argue. I rail against its every move.
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June 3, 2025
What is this pervasiveness?
What is this system of patterns
These loops both logical and non?
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“It’s too much. Again. Again, you go too far!”
I hear it loud and clear.
“You are too much!”
I am too much,
But — too much for what? Too much for who?
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(Stream of consciousness foolishness, as sleep begins creeping in.)
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I need to write
I need to breathe deeply
I need to inhale your calm peace
So I can exhale all this fear in exchange
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A friend a couple weeks ago helped me begin to think: “Rather than a defect causing difficulties, it’s a difference causing difficulties.”
(Wanted to write about the storm I was listening to. Couldn’t decide which of these I liked, so I kept both.)
Sympathetic skies:
wind raging against the glass
wakes my mind’s shadows
Thunder rumbling low:
how truly sympathetic
this wicked downpour
6:50 p.m.
It was you I was thinking of the other day
when I suddenly thought to myself:
“They make me feel so…. Normal.”
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Wishing happiness
This morning both damp and bright
On your every hour
7:50 a.m.
A simple good morning haiku for a friend.
This day is ending:
Everything is in its place
And you’re all still here
~ 11:00 p.m.
Doubts whisper cruelties
as if my time is borrowed
and soon overdue
Late.