Consciousness awakens to total darkness like anti-matter within a vacuous realm of sinister imaginings. There is no quantifiable constructs on which to establish a sense of stability. Static, I feel like I could begin to fall in an eternal vortex of damnation. Nothing happens. If I had tangible eyes, I suspect they’re deceiving me. IContinue reading “Hell”
Four years of sobriety and approaching forty years of age on planet Earth. I feel naive, vulnerable and fearful of a world I perused through an alcoholic lens. In one respect I’m trailblazing in an exciting landscape beset with wonder and intrigue. However, there’s always a sinister presence skulking in the shadows. Maybe it’s somethingContinue reading “4 Going On 40”
I often feel overwhelmed by life. I struggle to be in the moment and feel ok in my own skin. I feel vulnerable, fearful and insufficient for the environment that encroaches on my being. Disconnection is an abyss of lonesome dread wherein lies a precipice of the human condition.