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Protected: Inspiration Point
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Posted in Love, Musings and Prose, Writing
Tagged Inspiration Point, Love, Newport Beach, regret, sorrow, villain
To Be Born Again…
I feel like doing something drastic. At this point I think something drastic is necessary. I feel like shaving my beard. Or my head. Maybe both. I feel like getting all of my tattoos removed, or getting a whole shit-load … Continue reading
Derealization
I hate that feeling when you don’t know what to do with yourself; when you’re alone, and there’s plenty to do, but you don’t do any of it because all of it seems foreign, like you just walked into a … Continue reading
Posted in Personal Life, Writing
Tagged anxiety, depression, Derealization, guilt, loneliness, Love, regret, remorse, sorrow
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Showered and Blue-Blazered…
I hate the early morning, and the ugly light of sunrise; it’s the harbinger of meticulously knotted ties, and thick black, bitter drinks. I hate the way I speak, as if everything is important; everything is funny, everything is fine. … Continue reading
Posted in Love, Musings and Prose, Personal Life, Writing
Tagged business, career man, corporate life, cubicle work, Love, regret, remorse, showered and blue blazered, work, working
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A Note to My Love on the Day of My Death
I fear the permanent silence that comes when death loosens the knots of life, and we slip into the undiscovered country. I fear that hole in my heart knowing that it’s something that can never be repaired; that absolution is … Continue reading
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Tagged death, Love, regret, writing
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A Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I was supposed to make a grand entry today, but I was preoccupied with the care of my friend who is recovering from reconstructive surgery as a result of a serious injury. I have left him in the care of … Continue reading
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Tagged guilt, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Love, remorse, Sadness, writing
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Protected: Philip James Donovan
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