Welcome to my newest thought closet.
Feel free to rummage around for a while. I’m not too attached to any of it. I have listened to myself talk extensively and I bore me now. Prunkentfaltung is a german word. It translates to “an ostentatious display of splendor.” I am unremarkable and have slain many trees to learn such. But new beginnings create an illusion of relevance. Enjoy the show.
rubbed off, like the eraser at
the end of a pencil, another day
has smoothed my consciousness, polished it clean of cracks formed weathering the erosion of time.
I walk that narrowest line
what is real and what is dream
What is invisible and what remains to be seen
What the hell happened to me? Is this what happened to you? The more I grow up the less I ever knew.
Part of me dies every time it lies to me that where I am is where I wanted to be.
I pray I do not stagnate, become a product of my own boredom: deinspired unevolved disenchanted
Let my mind be like the sky, ever open, ever wide. Let the rain fall. Bring the storms crashes and flashes of lightning and thunder. May I always drizzle wonder.