The phone call was somewhere between 2 am to 3am,
His voice was shaky and full of sorrow as he told me my best friend was taken from this Earth.
Drug overdoses are never easy to cope with, considering you never know someone’s true intentions as to why or how it happened.
It was all too much in such a small amount of time.
It felt as though while you were speaking, my heart of th...
Sunday 24th June 2018 6:51 pm
While mourning his daughter Tullia, Cicero took to writing a book of self-consolation. Thinking himself the inventor of this type of self-help, he said, “Why, I have done what no one has done before, tried to console myself by writing a book.” (This is quoted by Han Baltussen in the Nov. 2009 issue of Mortality in an essay titled, “A grief observed: Cicero on remembering Tullia.”)
I certainly d...
Wednesday 23rd May 2018 10:27 am
I see it everywhere,
being laughed about, tormented
If only it could be prevented.
This generation needs to grow up
stop being so damn sensitive
a bunch of babies who can’t cope
well how about you stop being so damn negative?
Ha, wait, is that a trigger?
Not yet, but it will be
when you realize you’re the killer
Wednesday 4th April 2018 3:42 am
we walked the ancient path together
where ancestors had worn the land
into a waypoint to the barrow
carefully observing rituals and customs
under azure skies we stumbled on our way
across this land of Albion
the hops the wheat the barley
bowing heads in solemn recognition
of the passing of souls
as we walked we talked of many things
Thursday 22nd February 2018 12:19 am
When it was discovered, we recoiled
Out of doubt, out of fear
We focused on the opinions of others
Instead of what we thought
When I let our secret fly free,
I was shown acceptance and love
Hope blossomed like a cactus flower
It would be okay.
He was capricious, of two minds
One day yes, the next was no,
He produced a name, but renounced his love
Tuesday 20th February 2018 12:17 am