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The Less-Lighter Things

Posted on October 27th, 2010

The world begins and ends with love. In a womb, the child begs to be loved, to be adored, and our ignorance of the importance of love comes in time. We are raised to be distant, we are pushed to do so because those that love us do not want us to be disappointed. They do not want to hear the weeping. Some grow cold, some lukewarm, and the others are perilously burning up inside. I do not know my category, but I do know that my distance can not be blamed entirely on others. I will grow old and either more loving or less. I do hope to be relentless, but who is there to be relentless to? I feel myself unable to…

Half a Calendar

Posted on February 6th, 2010

Time is there, those six months, there on my calendar, crossed out days, large Xs in bold and the pages dripping from the walls from the dry weather. And though time is moving swiftly, I know how long I must spend here. I know there will be happy times, less happier times, and then those dreadful days where I miss the place I called home. Then again, that home is definitely indefinite and non-existent. It is merely a symbol and I remember once asking a friend, “Have you ever told yourself, ‘I want to go home’ only to realize that you actually were home, in that physical sense anyways. I’ve always had this idea where the concept of home is not that of a structure, but…