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 have no great preoccupation with romance.
I have no deep obsession with the physical satisfaction
that’s only a small, perhaps even optional part
of our experiences connecting us as human beings.
Some only care about interlocking body parts:
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3 a.m. I wake
Remembering everyone
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Waking in the night
This world under sea of stars
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With apprehension unknown…
I squint against tears:
your heart under winter’s glare
has come back to me
I hold my tongue in a vice
Speaking only in my head
Not wishing to start fires
I may not be able to extinguish
Wishing I could remind you…
Start on your left. Easy.
Like you’re reading the first line on a page.
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Today I think about all the tenderness I felt
That they could just never hold on to
That I couldn’t place their fingers around
Not knowing if it was their failure
Or mine
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Near starless midnight
Acceptance of wicked truths
Closer than morning
Woefully lacking
Shame it’s all I have to give
Love that’s not enough
Rolling down steep hills
Friend returns for brief visit
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I’m the only one
To see the proof left behind
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