Forbidden Fruits: Ask and ye shall receive

Ultimately, we get what we want.  When we ask, we receive.  Beating around the bush isn’t asking.  We dance around the truth of our desires because we treat our life like the movie screen.  We’ll tirelessly admire a projection rather than embody our favorite character.  We like the idea of unashamed prowess, but we loathe…

Pregnant with death

It can’t be referred to as my double life anymore.  It’s so much more than that.  Hook, lifeline and sinker. My way to exist in many worlds at once without leaving any one reality behind.  I wish I could explain the waves that buoy me toward the horizon and then wash me back up on…

On a scale of 1-10, how bored are you?

If there were some grand survey, promised to be completely blind.  A survey on being bored.  A survey that could determine who’s the happiest.  Who’s not anxious about their next step.  Who’s not one plane ticket away from their great escape.  I’m sure we’d all feel right at home with the survey results of unrest…

Happy without trust

Maybe we’re asking too much when we ask, “Can I trust you?”  We already know the answer.  Deep down inside.  No one can be trusted.  Not even ourselves. So, why then, do we wager our happiness on the laurels of someone else’s virtue? This romantic notion that a friend can be trusted with our life…