Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not...
Of course curiosity killed the cat, and even if satisfaction supposedly brought it back, there's still that little problem with the man on the radio telling me more and more about some useless informa...
Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?
I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote something, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing beca...
I guess I'm hoping the weapons will make me feel better, grant me some kind of fucking control, especially if I sense the dullness inside me get too heavy and thick, warning me that something is again...
Her. Her. Her. Future breezes imploreme to stay.But I'm no future. I'm no past.Only ever contemporary of this path.I'll sacrifice everythingfor all her seasons give from losing.She, I sighfrom The Mou...
Even up until these final eons of time, we felt we could create anything.We could build ourselves a heaven.But why?We were Heaven already.Only in the very end did we try to build a S.O.U.L.That which...
Also remember, love inhabits more than just the heart and mind.
My point being, what if my attacks are enterly unrelated attributable in fact to something entirely else, perhaps for instance just warning shocks brought on by my own crumbling biology, tiny flakes o...
Words will heal your heart. If you ever come to disregard everything I've told you, believe at least this much: your words and only your words will heal your heart.
This instance in particular proves that beneath all that cool pseudo-academic hogwash lurked a very passionate man who knew how important it was to say fuck now and then, and say it loud too, relish i...
The paramedics said there was nothing unusual, just the way it goes, eighty some years and the inevitable kerplunk, the system goes down, lights blink out and there you have it, another body on the fl...
Stories heard but not recalled. Letters too. Words filling my head. Fragmenting like artillery shells. Shrapnel, like syllables, flying everywhere. Terrible syllables. Sharp cracked. Traveling at murd...
Photojournalism has frequently been lambasted for being the product of circumstance. In fact rarely are any of these images considered in terms of their composition and semantic intent. They are merel...
Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears, filled them with the private music of wicked words, hers in many languages, mine in the off color of my own tongue, unti...
Of course real horror does not depend upon the melodrama of shadows or even the conspiracies of night.
If not, let me offer you some instruction in at least one area: get thee to a dictionary and be relentless about your visits there.
How much [vastly {immensely (unfathomably) tremendously}...] Anwar loves [t]his child. It continues to take him by surprise [even when she confounds him with the havoc of her room {for example} which...
You could not believe what one sigh articulates. What one laugh creates.
Why did god create a dual universe?So he might say‘Be not like me. I am alone.'And it might be heard.