...My local TJ’s closed. A bunch of shadowy figures with no face and too large of a mouth blew it up. ...Perhaps I should start from the beginning... I was just on my way to good ol’ Trader Joe’s since I suck at planning anything and found myself grocery-less, once again. I also was determined … Continue reading Does anyone know where to get brie cheese bites?
For people like me, I am always scared of that thin layer of dust that settles on my hands when I don’t move them. I could feel it tickle, sink, merge until it’s in my system. Then I would feel the un-industrious drowsiness spread, take-over, paralyzing me and leaving me alone with my mind. Then … Continue reading The Fear of Relaxation
I thought I was done comparing, but deprecative self-reflections only dig into the crevices of my brain. Names and words kept me awake to the stings, the awareness, or irrational accusations Towards my raw incompetence and pronounced characters. I wept. I thought I was done hurting, pining for false sense of hope constructed by … Continue reading Old Pains, Anew
“There are plenty of fish in the sea,” but I’m on dry land, with a humor so wry I try but the earth around me is deserted. I befriended cacti, then, knew not to cry when the spikes stuck in my fingers. I stumped the ground. “Am I not smart or pretty enough? Am … Continue reading Thoughts of a Desert Traveler
It’s telling us something, they said. As ash and dust, harbingers of dusk, masked the sun in an ungodly hue of highlighter salmon, dreams were dashed by historical disasters. Yet no one bothered to look within: “It’s the water!” “It’s the state,” no, it’s the state of our minds. Fiery clashes of classes so … Continue reading Bright Red Sun
Hey Guys, So, not sure if anyone noticed, but I have recently deleted 48 blog posts that used to belong to this series, My Neighbor Tartarus. This is the proud result of my profound self-destructive deprecation enabled by the fact that I decided to take a break from writing to reread these posts. I hated … Continue reading “My Neighbor Tartarus” Relaunch
The sermon today kept saying that we were “enslaved” by the ways of men. I would call it, “imprisoned by societal expectations.” You see, I didn’t like to muddle words. Connotations, contexts, history: those things define a word. But, I’m stupid, so when I use words I’m scared by scars, options through synonyms. The implications … Continue reading Imprisoned by Words