By Emily Dickinson In this short Life that only lasts an hourHow much – how little – is within our power Thank you for reading.
She parked the car just at the edge of the forest. She sat in her car after turning the engine off, wondering if this was truly what she wanted to do. She remembered the conversation she had had with Tibi last night, his disappointment and frustration at her for the choice she was making. “WhyContinue reading “Erased”
Last weekend I enjoyed my first hike since Lockdown. It was a cloudy day, but one that was filled with laughter, vineyards, fallen trees and peeing in the bush. It was an easy day, the path was already set out for us, it had been walked before by countless others, and there were even silverContinue reading “Paths”
They say it is impossible To imagine your own demise To imagine having no thoughts No options, no life And no existence They say it is impossible To imagine what you were before Or what you weren’t That all your mind’s eye see is darkness To think of a world without oneself. Thank you forContinue reading “Day 337: Existential”
I had to hold on, what choice did I have? What else was there in this life? It’s the only thing that keeps me stable, that keeps me functioning without losing my mind. I have to hold on. I have to. Waking up everyday is hard enough, but to do it alone, I don’t thinkContinue reading “Day 55: Holding On”