I chose a panic so deep it gained its own sentience and humbled me, personally, over the pain – imagined or real – of another. I am beginning to understand something about the mind. It is like a genie trapped in a bottle, a captive audience, Narcissus locked in the echo chamber: the mind is […]Read More Mental Illness and Insanity are not Mutually Inclusive
…My courage was admitting to myself – even at the risk of my own ego – that I did not belong and was not welcome where I was…Read More What is the Price of Courage?
…I was clay with eyes only to observe, no voice, moving on a conveyor belt through a crumbling factory with the word “prestigious” written on it in blue graffiti…Read More To Mourn A Dying Dream