Going home to a place that Faded away With time, with life, with age Survival is death. The heavens in my eyes opened up Flooding me Awakening me Liberating me, my Pristine superficiality Shattered. Sleep, food, sex, air Oblivion. The mirror of my conscience Reflecting my Hopes, my fears, my love, my rage. Rage for my Insatiable ideals Lost within infinite waste In that space So precious and perfect and perilous and free. Foggy, streaked, cracked Gone. Empty. Open.
Once you experience an epiphany, there is no going back. So it was when I realized that my emotional difference was an integral, and beautiful, part of me rather than something to be feared, suppressed, and eliminated. But the other side of the epiphany, the point when everything you ever believed to be true is found to be a lie, is lonely. Those who have not reached that peak, who are lost in the struggle of self-discovery, cannot see what lies on the other side. It is not b
I often have ideas about things that I would like to do, but I don’t always act on those ideas. That is a good thing, as many of my ideas are not necessarily constructive or useful or even interesting. But one of these ideas, which I had in high school but more than 20 years later have still not gotten around to doing, was to print labels with names on them and stick them on packages throughout the meat department of a grocery store. This action would raise awareness that all
We live in a world full of injustice and despair. I suspect that, at least in part, your anger has led you to conceptualize and co-create a different kind of world, one in which all people are valued and have opportunities to flourish. Anger is indeed a useful, but sometimes deceptive, emotion. It can create awareness, provoke creative thought, and lead to transformation — but it can also destroy all that might be good in this world. While anger is a useful provocateur, it is