If I live like the wind

everything will be mine.

T

It sounds normal to me doctor, so why do I need to pay mad money for treatment?

 
XRAY CERVICAL SPINE AP/LAT

There is loss of normal lordosis. Alignment is as shown.
No significant narrowing disc spaces is seen.
No abnormality in bony texture seen.

XRAY LUMBAR SPINE AP/LAT

No gross scoliosis is seen. Alignment is as shown.
No significant narrowing of disc spaces is seen.
Bony density is normal. No bony abnormality is seen.
Both iliac wings are symmetrical and normal in appearance.
No abnormality of both hip joints seen.

Marcus Aurelius

"Each of us lives only in the present moment, a mere fragment of time: the rest is life past or uncertain future."

11

Saying Prayers in the Streetlights

I woke up in the middle of the night when I slept on your bed yesterday.

I heard the deafening sound of the hearts that cry for you.

I'm not completely sure what had transpired for your decision to leave but I'm sure you had your reasons.
 
You were the light of many, including mine. It's harder traverse through life these days without you being around.

The vacant space you had left far exceeds your bed or your room.

If you can only hear the painful silence.

If you can only understand the unspoken, desperate hope that keeps your family living.

I know someday you will return.

Dear cousin, come home soon.

"If you have nothing to hide, you're indestructible."

"I love rock and roll."

"Continued neglect is a kind of violence."

Cardiosubstitute

One, two, three, four.

Music, I hear. I hear it is Music.

The rhythm. Less suspect to fortune.

It changes, by choice. By choice, it can be controlled.

The beat. It beats. More dynamically.

Dynamic, the expansive detail, quality.

The Echo. It reverberates a hollow.

Ever full it sounds. Even fuller it sounds.

One, two, three, four.

The sounds that fill the space, of what was beating once.

Music, I hear. I hear it is Music.

Omega

You have lost the battle and the war. You have lost the trust and the love. You have lost your mind and your heart. You have lost the will to live. 

Because you have failed spectacularly to live, your only recourse is to write.

There is nothing else within your immediate grasp that is worth anything except the lens in which you see the world.

Because you have to, or that inhibited venom will eat you inside out, as it has before.

Even if nobody hears. Even if it is just inscribing on a cold wall. Even if it is just a silent monologue. 
Come here.

Because you have to, to survive.

Because you're not of the same space, of the same reality, of the same praxis. You're only in this cauldron due to a dark turn in fortune. You're this century's accident.

Come here. Come find your soul in the depth of the subconscious, your solace in the forest of the forgotten, and your membership in the sanctuary of the wind.

Because you have to.

If not, you're better off dead.

Not

Need to go back in time

Let's not be like others, because we are not like others

"For eyes, bright

For ears, penetrating

For countenance, cordial

For demeanor, humble

For words, trustworthy

For service, reverent

For doubt, questioning

For anger, circumspect

For facing a chance to profit, moral."

Confucius

We chase misprinted lies

The Black Goat

The black goat trotted around a small room. Was it afraid? It started running into the walls. There was no blood but the walls started to crack. It hurt. The black goat became more aggressive; it seemed to have grown in size and with more force threw its weight at the walls. It hurt more. It grew horns like a ram. Curling backwards stylishly. Head like a rock. Head like a rock star. It attacked the walls without reservations. Smashing. It hurt massive. Where was the pain coming from? I looked down. My chest felt like it was about tear open. The trembling pain escalates. Okay. I am the wall? The black goat trotted into the room. Okay. I am not the wall? The black goat looked vicious. I'm afraid. If a black goat could come out of my body it may help. It actually does, slowly - with no sound. The pain is crippling but blunt. It is graphic but monochromatic. It is silent but complex. It isn't worth making a big fuss but it doesn't stop.


23
 

The White Mind

11

Skill of the Particular

"What makes statesmen, like drivers of cars, successful is that they do not think in general terms - that is, they do not primarily ask themselves in what respect a given situation is like or unlike other situations in the long course of human history. Their merit is that they grasp the unique combination of characteristics that constitute this particular situation - this and no other. What they are said to be able to do is to understand the character of a particular movement, of a particular individual, of a unique state of affairs, of a unique atmosphere, of some particular combination of economic, political, personal factors; and we do not readily suppose that this capacity can literally be taught."

Isaiah Berlin

You should see how it feels with your feet on the ground