What constitutes living a good life? While individual happiness is particular to each person, general well being is quantifiable. A good life includes a healthy diet, or healthy enough for you to still enjoy what you're eating, a moderate fitness regiment, an open dialogue with your inner circle of loved ones, and having a life… Continue reading The Good Life
How does someone find themselves at the receiving end of a destructive habit? No one plans to live a life of degradation. It's something that happens slowly, like a frog in boiling water. One doesn't notice that certain actions have a predictive outcome of addiction until they reach that point down the line. It can… Continue reading Substance Abuse
The walls of my vision split like an atom, bursting a billion stars like plastered plastic barbies reduced to pellets. Gaseous particles bomb the dark for their friends to see, in the cold of an endless night for a tiny fleeting light. My hearing shatters at the point of heart break, falling deaf on the… Continue reading Periphery
Folding and pelting, greasing and gassing, holding and passing. Letting up a tad to see it spin out, grabbing on tight and trying not to shout. Bingeing on the hard stuff, dying just to last. Crying with cuffed hands now, hell has come and passed.
The twelve things of life: You were born of a consequence of programming, not of divine intention. Just because nature has instilled instincts in you, does not mean those instincts are rightful. Moderation in all affairs is not only the key to longevity, but healthy prosperity. Letting go and moving forward is the only way… Continue reading Twelve Certainties and Suggestions
Strange it always comes in the night, where all my mind that eyes can't hide reveal the side thought sterilized; a doctor and a mister. Two sides to a coin, once believed one eloign, but nevermore, lest delusion be reborn. They live inside me, fazed to a non-existent centre, inside which I might find peace… Continue reading Strange
She opens me up like the warmth of spring to a tulip. It had taken a long time to start crying again; since almost dying in the snow. I melt. It feels so good when it happens, and we make love. We sweat and squeeze. Taste each other. Feel the other’s curves with our hands… Continue reading Open