I'm thinking about why I do this. Thinking about why this one way communication takes place between us. I'm thinking about what possesses me to be a part of this maddening process where I stay up hours and nights, dreaming and dozing and starting and nodding my way through the lines and the path and … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: A Little Bit of Love for You
Category: Thinking Inkly
Thinking Inkly: Understanding
Currently thinking about the twists and turns of life; ruminating (attempting to reclaim the connotation of the word to be positive or perhaps neutral) on the uncanny idea that something so seemingly insignificant could have such an effect on a life. We begin at a source of information, an event that is current, or recently … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: Understanding
Questions
Fucking just need to write, and I wonder what those first five words will seem like when someone comes back to them in forty years and reads this. Will they think I’m mad or happy or crazy or already lost it? I don’t know, can’t know, always I’m pretending to know. And I want to … Continue reading Questions
Another Apology (and rightfully so)
I am sorryI know that I owe you an apologymy wine stained mind hasenough sense to say,That I know I owe you an apologyat some point I started tofade slowly away from youlike I was Marty McFlytrying to save my own lifeAnd slowly but surely watching myexistence erase and snub outI owe more to you,I … Continue reading Another Apology (and rightfully so)
Thinking Inkly: Hoping that the Assumptions Will Pass With the Dying of the Night
I've been trying to find a balance between it all. The work, the work, the play, the writing, the meditation, the feeling of necessity to read more, etc. I think you all know the feeling. The overwhelming weight that presses down on you even when you are doing something that should be shedding that weight. … Continue reading Thinking Inkly: Hoping that the Assumptions Will Pass With the Dying of the Night
