Panic

There’s a room in my head and I’m trapped inside it. It’s dark, and there is a hurricane inside with me. I stand in the center. I’m caught in the middle of a whirling flurry of millions of tiny bits of paper. Each one of these fragments has words written on it. Answers. Some piece … More Panic

Layers

So it’s Chicago, you’re biologically male, and you’re wearing multiple layers, including pants, thermal underlayers and regular underwear, and you also have to pee, so you get to the bowl, and rather than fully disrobe, you decide, against the wisdom of the ages, to hoist down the various layers to provide full run for the … More Layers

Thoughts on home

The word ‘home’ can be defined for someone in as many ways as there reasons that people have sex. It means different things to different people at different times. Home is a universal human commodity, and one possessing such common foundation for people that we pay extra attention to classify those who don’t have a … More Thoughts on home

Walking away.

The knowledge that they’re gone. And it’s your fault. The understanding that they’re not just gone from you, but happy to leave. To know that your time spent together eventually became the symbol of a springboard, you; the starting blocks of a headlong sprint. Away. As fast as possible. To know your shared memories will be … More Walking away.