Cordially Yours,
Morsels of nonsense and textual indulgence: the virtual plane of intellectual stimulation and trivial curiosities…Archive for Chicago
Wordlings from 2006 Journal Excerpt C12.3
Excerpt C12.3
Sometime I feel as if I am swimming inside myself. My body, a vacant carcass, simply mulling in this world of confusion and dismay.
I am entangled within myself.
Confusion swallows me whole.
I know no left or right.
I know no right or wrong.
Save me.
I must save myself.
My bright eyes no longer shine.
I sink within my skin.
My flesh curls from my bone, my bone dissolves to limp, useless muscle.
I ache.
My body aches.
My heart aches.
My soul aches.
Why does it feel like this?
So empty.
Soo very empty.
Vacant.
Lost / Lazy / Cornfields
Excerpt from Journal 2 :: CHICAGO :: Lost / Lazy / Cornfields
Have you ever had one of those moments when every thing in your life seems to fall into place?
A puzzle; where suddenly all the proper pieces are illuminated with precision. You know where each place belongs. As you, yourself, began to identify commonalities and a path for improvement. Last night, was one of those rare and beautiful moments. I was venturing home; rubbing my dry eyes, ridding them of any crusted sleep and pinching my cheeks for a flush of color.
Glancing in the rear view mirror to witness the blissful and unadulterated slumber of [the apple of my eye]. I smiled. For the first time, in a very very long time, I smiled. And not just one of those generic grins, but a smile that rumbled in my belly and manifested with sincerity upon my face. I had smiled from my soul. I watched the sun set behind the lazy cornfields. It was a magnificent watercolor, streaked with vibrant paint of the heavens. I suppose that God looked down upon his world, with a deep breath of relief, and hope for peace, he trailed his fingers across the dusky skies.
PART III.
