I’m here, and I’m not here. I shouldn’t be here at all… I’m blinking and fading in and out of existence…
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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."
I’m here, and I’m not here. I shouldn’t be here at all… I’m blinking and fading in and out of existence…
Night calls me to bed
The promise of snow lingers
Most unwelcome guest
11:59 pm
Opening eyes to
Another morning unchanged
Sunlight falls tepid
The quieter I become
The further I withdraw
Fading from my own view
…
…I could have gone so much further
Could have taught myself so many things
When the world opened to me
When I could finally reach the lessons
…
Poems elusive,
poems that will never be:
tonight I mourn them
(On expression never served.)
Isn’t it funny sometimes, the things that our brain decides to retain for us, without our conscious choosing?
Our first convention, I forget the exact year but it was at least two decades ago…
“If I am worth anything later, then I’m worth something now.”
— Someone, somewhere, some time.
Simmering envy
Seeing others bravery
Fearfully, I live
Lay down your head
On foreign pillows
You spirited traveller, you!