Month: January 2015

28 Jan, 2015: Library

It was nice going to the library today – hell it was downright spiritual. I assume it was a similar feeling to what stepping into Wrigley or Fenway would evoke in a twelve-year-old who dreams of hitting home runs. Poetic, corny, whatever – fuck you ego. It was kind of sad to think how empty…

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For What it’s Worth

When the journey grows painful I meditate on death How in unknown years there will be nothing left – Accounts, houses, and cars won’t matter As you lay dying, Headed to dust from pink matter You too ought heed the deepest regrets – Spoken by the faint voices of the dying, Who blindly await what’s…

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Last Night Lasts

I haven’t written anything in prose in awhile, but after a particularly fun evening spent in conversation with friends – old and new – I began to think about how it’s the singular experiences in life, and not the days, weeks, or even the years that change us. It’s the people who change us. Because…

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