recovery and growth, things that interest me, occasional deep-thoughts, and semi-regular poetry
"behind the enforced busy work, so necessary to keep the disquiet of an unfulfilled life at bay; beyond the many and minute tasks, the mundane repetitions that if necessary can fill every waking hour and minute, there is, bubbling up from underneath; the knowledge that there could be more..."
"stand up straight. shoulders back and breathe in deeply. let the air fill your lungs; stretch your ribs to almost beyond capacity. let the blood be replenished..."
"trapped inside, my feelings seethe about, seeking expression. i don’t know what they are; i can’t name them..."
"one finds a measure of contentment in the structure and control of an ascetic life..."
a child looks on
as voices rant and rail.
a single tear falls
