A certain numbness, a certain death, has always resided within my soul, and sometimes I can feel its heart beating… feel the numbness, hear death beat with a life of its own- a certain morose, yet regenerative kind of life- lying so close beside the fresh, vivacious, carefree part of me, that to smother one,… Continue reading INDIFFERENCE
Dear reader, it’s funny how the world is so full of contradictions; how every time a proposition is presented, the contradictions come rushing in - the opponents, the critics, the naysayers. Not to sound too morose, but I find the greatest contradiction has manifested itself in regards to the impending inevitable, the doom, the death,… Continue reading The Real in the Unreal
Don't tread on the hallowed ground of my sins with those holier-than-thou feet, There is a spell to protect and keep sinners like you from its boundaries. I'd never cloaked myself in sanctity, was brave enough to brave your serpentine acrimony; had consecrated each divinely intoxicating memory, purging my soul of every human profanity... Now… Continue reading Hallowed Ground
They say the most commonplace of things can teach you life lessons, if you’re only aware. They say that truths are hidden everywhere, traveling through soulful silences, if you only listen. Are you aware? Are you listening? Have you ever seen and observed the life of a burning incense stick, dear reader? Yes, you heard… Continue reading In’sense’ Stick
There are so many among us today, who could tell us about what they believe to be the divine; and justly so, for divinity, by virtue of its flexible, interpretative nature, is something that is at once subjective and personal. Then why is it, dear reader, that this topic has been expounded to no end,… Continue reading On Divinity
