Waiting For The End To Come…

What do you do when a hero gives up? What do you do when the voice that helps keep you sane is silenced, when it silences itself? What keeps you going when what keeps you going is gone? I’ve been living with depression even before I knew what depression was. I never understood what the long hours sleeping meant. I didn’t realize that I spent … Continue reading Waiting For The End To Come…

I Am…

I’m a self-possessed, stubborn, facetious bit of baggage so I’m no stranger to having various unflattering adjectives leveled at me. In general I don’t give a fuck because of all the lessons I’ve learned in life, realizing that my opinion of myself matters most of all, is one of the most important. I do not have time to concern my self with the egos and … Continue reading I Am…

A Love, Not Just A Lover…

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. Too much life, too little time, so I’ve been playing catch up. Trying to stay efficient at work. Trying to get back in the groove of school. Trying to make sure all my bills are paid. Trying to reconcile the possibility of the relationship. And all while trying to take care of myself. Guess which ball I … Continue reading A Love, Not Just A Lover…

Blood On Our Hands

There is blood on our hands – the blood of self-righteousness and hypocrisy, the blood of complicity and complacency. Our hands and hearts are filthy with hate and discrimination and cowardice and ignorance. We peer all but blindly around the log in our own eyes, through the cracked, dirty glass of our lives and complain bitterly about the mite in our neighbour’s eye, about the … Continue reading Blood On Our Hands