Tuesday, March 16, 2010


A sudden revelation, a beam of blinding truth.  It can be a welcome, calming, peaceful realization of things to come, or of things that have passed.  A warm glow of understanding that beckons you to a place of positivity and bliss.


... this has been a week of self-induced epiphanies.  Each one more and more lucid and clear.  Each one increasingly, devastatingly, and painfully true.  As unwavering as ice and equally as cold.  One thing I've noticed as one of the more exhausting characteristics of being the aforementioned "over-thinker" is that the tendency to reflect inwards is prevalent...nay...rampant.  You can't restrain it.  Even an evanescent moment of silence leads to torrential cerebral maelstroms.  Unstoppable and typically unintelligible... but when you finally do sort things out, sometimes the results aren't what you had hoped...

...but it's even worse when you expect it.

My work is cut out for me.  This isn't new.  I know this road and it's certainly not the one less traveled, Mr. Frost.  It's absolutely and utterly beaten to shit.  Maybe I should have taken your advice?  But how does one do that exactly? 

If I sound jaded, it's because I am.
     This is cyclic.
          This is perpetual.
               My Sisyphean torment.
                    My beautiful curse.


“When I stand before thee at the day's end, 
thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds 
and also my healing.” 
~ Rabindranath Tagore

Let the healing commence...

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