We've shut ourselves down. What does this mean? I try to keep my mind quiet, my anxiety at bay; pacified. I don't always win. None of us do.
Must. Resist. [Le Sueur]
In the silence of the empty life, the heart and mind yearn to find fulfilment. They know what they want, but they can only ask for what they know.
A day happened [Le Sueur]
Not really much to say. It’s the weekend. A slow day. Not much going on.
She let go [Le Sueur]
A faded hope matches the mood of a dull morning commute.
Unfocused [Le Sueur]
I watch the quiet recharge, observing myself from a distance, even as I game. A weekend passes. I’m better for it.
Transit [Le Sueur]
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 message to myself [Le Sueur]
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.
Fractures
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.
Unexploded ordinance [Le Sueur]
An unpleasant day in the office. I know I am just a meat sack, but today I really felt it.
Slow burn [Le Sueur]
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.
