I'm currently working on a music video. It's... heavy. Musically, yes--it's for a metal song after all. But that's not what I mean. The content--some of it shot by me, some provided to me for use in this video--has an emotional gravity to it that is making it tough to work on. I can see... Continue Reading →
Peace is a lie, there is only passion. - The Sith Code I find myself at odds with my passions often enough these days. Not so much that I have them, but that I subject others to them. I once subdued them, and it made me miserable. I didn't write. I didn't play. I didn't... Continue Reading →
Just hours ago, in dusk's fading, I could see the end of forever, but now I see its beginning... Time is a curious thing while not being a thing at all. It exists because we perceive it to, and while it is measurable and observable, and from our natural perspective, stable and constant, it also... Continue Reading →
"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over." - Hunter S. Thompson A chill washed over him, like icy fingers dancing their way up and down his spine, followed by a sudden emptiness. It was like... Continue Reading →
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” - Hunter S. Thompson A year ago I wrote... Continue Reading →
We reach points in our life where we are forced to choose new paths. Choosing a new path very often means resignation of the old, and often of the life that went with it, for the sake of the new. Sometimes, we can hold on to aspects of the old path, the old life, if... Continue Reading →
And quietly, the silence ensues, hanging over us like rain, vengeful in its persistence and allowing only thoughts of shade to consume; and in it's being I turn as only I can, to that place where the only answers offered are the ones that I hide inside-- and in the void I find the nothing... Continue Reading →
~3 million stories, each unique, no matter how similar to another. 3 million lives that interact and affect each other, most without ever realizing it or understanding that though they are but one drop in an ocean, there would be no ocean without every single one of them, and that each ripple caused by each... Continue Reading →
What becomes of uswhen we walk awayfrom who we were?When we pause themoment that's keeping timefrom heartbeat to heartbeatand breath to breath?Or when we hold ontowhat is letting go? Where do we gowhen we exhale –what do we leave behind?In the end, what is left,when there’s nothing left to give?
I wonder if my wordsweigh heavy enough,or perhaps are tooheavy for their weight?