A wrecking ball… is something else entirely.

It’s come to this: I sit with a glass of red, my emotions in a rage. Love. Crippled hope. Fear. Futility. Exhaustion. Defeat. A daisy chain of disquiet. Tumultuous seas confined to the teacup that is my chest cavity. A kaleidoscopic sideshow only I am privy to. Yep, that about covers it. It’s the first emotionContinue reading “A wrecking ball… is something else entirely.”

Give my best to your wishful thinking.

I feel a wealth of sadness today. I’m not sure why. If I had to guess, I’d say there is desire and futility battling it out in my chest, with defeat as the veracious victor. It’s maddening that the only kindred men I meet are unavailable. I suppose in the musical chairs of life, whereContinue reading “Give my best to your wishful thinking.”