• Hustle, bustle, and in-betweens

    Life is but hustle and bustle sometimes so in the in betweens I find distraction a shooting star, a deep inhale walk for ten miles and then exhale The dazzling light of the city attracts me like a moth east or west, poetry is a sunset, art the subtle contrast against the dark triggers my mind, it picks me up We like what we like, no matter how odd these “meaningless” bits of life, our routines hold our pieces together ’til a new sunrise arrives.

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    The Art of Being Ignored

    Faceless. Like time itself, endless. Walking away from trouble until again it finds me. Words evaporate in the air, talking is pointless. To be ignored once deserves no merit. To be ignored twice is a warning sign. Be ignored seven times and it’s time to retract, back up, analyze. Just what are you doing standing by? Denial is a defense mechanism, but you can’t nurture it your whole life. I would know better, but I get no help from my fight-or-flight. At some point in the darkness of life you must acknowledge the facts, your unwelcomeness was clear you just never woke up. And yet you’re still here but now…