Travel. Before the journey, comes the preparation. A time spent in the canyons of the mind, circling at the mercy of doubt.
This week is a bit of weird one. One, because I can't quite grasp the pace of it, whether it is going by fast or slow, and two, because my work friend is leaving on Thursday. They say that the friendships you make while at the office are their own special kind of friendship; bound … Continue reading Saying Goodbye…And Other Random Thoughts [Onyx]
The silent journey to work, a time shared with anonymous companions that I see each day I take this transit. I wonder if any of them recognise me, or even notice their fellow passengers?
A short story, a message to myself, found again by accident. Written a year ago. It is a message of hope, written in an uncertain time.
The second weekend of February. Clothed in red and white, it is a pretender. It claims to be the herald of romance, but it is not. It is, instead, the harbinger of emotional torture.
An unpleasant day in the office. I know I am just a meat sack, but today I really felt it.
An adventure into a world on the edge of society, to a place where the usual rules don’t apply. A place of free conversation, where people can be true to themselves.
Sheltering at home from the storm, I think back to the night before.
The weekend begins with an unpleasant task, an overdue part of the regular chores.
Not a lot happened, today. But I’m going to tell you all about it, all the same.