Tuesday, March 28, 2017

It's a metaphor

I came upon a rose. I stared at its crimson leaves, and tried holding it in my hands. My fingers bled as I pricked my fingers against its stem. I felt the wound in the moist air, and I held my breath. It was much better than feeling nothing. I feel better when I bleed.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Walking in the spring weather, life drifts eternal as a steady wind sweeps through the North End. It is a comfortable silence, and I feel the my soul's steady rhythm as I prepare for another night that will go until 2 or 3am. Soon, music will cue up for another night of punk, folk, indie, techno, and soul.

Life has been hectic lately. I never thought so much would have happened since I bought these tickets. Now, I am glad I did because this is a good release from the steady torture of the uncertain. Will my ambitions eventually kill me? Who knows.

While I have a soul and while there is a need, I must keep trying to make the biggest difference I can. I have been gifted to have the life I have led so far. Therefore, I must keep striving and believing in change and helping one another. It is scary, but I feel so close to finding my rhythm. I feel close to finding a sense of home again. Wish me luck. I certainly need it.


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