I can’t see anything looking forward. It’s blank. Unknown. I can only look backwards, on what fuzzy bits I can remember.
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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 can’t see anything looking forward. It’s blank. Unknown. I can only look backwards, on what fuzzy bits I can remember.
Young woman at the coffee shop, complete stranger, trusting myself and my friend to guard your expensive technology so you could leave the room for a break — your trust in us was heartwarming.
Something is different now.
The whispering voice isn’t quite the same.
One day I may be just so tired of these return trips
I’ll just be done with it…
Right now it’s just a distant memory
As if long gone, but I know better
So now is the time to arm myself
Choose the weapons, don the armour
Smiling all the while, enjoying this time…
Cobain sang about not having a gun, but ate a 20-gauge.
Benington…
Avicii…
I would love to believe that if they had chosen the other path, they would be glad today that they did.
Understanding friendship is an ongoing process
Even at this age, apologetic for my ignorance
I stumble and trip…
Since you climbed in here over a decade ago
The world is different
My world is different
Your existence colours everything I see around me
outer façade
still / calm / steady / slow
layers down
vibrating / tight / tense / echoing
layers down down
screaming / hurting / bleeding / suffocating
layers down down down down
nothing left
October 9, 2024
I miss those lullabies!