Brian.

It is during these times wherein the contemplation of meditation and prayer takes on the question of efficacy. Alas, it is those unforeseen and proceeding our private moments of inquisition that understanding dawns as a foot follows onto earth. That we may communicate our bonds and empathies, and that invocation of sympathy may arise, is perhaps the greatest blessing to be shared between the accumulated years of conscious solitudes.

Be well my friend.

elderly

The concept of forgiveness evades me. It is often in my habit to be removed than to forgive, and for that I feel awe and respect to my elders.

Grandma.
Denise.

Cheers,

how low

It is a low point in a foodie's life when he's eating over-easy eggs on untoasted bread over the pan he cooked in because everything else is dirtied and nonexistant.

Grandma

The only person in my life that I have felt such a calming, meditative, and unwavering love from... I can't even speak her language. I will never be able to know her stories, her words.

Undelete

The more we interact the more I feel hate.

Balanced.

It took so long and will take much longer, but I truly had a weekend to myself for the first time in almost 2 months.

Keep stepping.

I am a monster.

Autumn

The leaves of my soul are turning.
Shedding.

Rosemary.
Its scent into breads.
Baked onto by salts.

My love has not been stirred as this
even as the others begin-

How disparagingly small yet immensely meaningful our lives are...

To go about.

I have had a hard time dictating recent thoughts to myself. I am more often used to sporadic possessions by which subconscious reflections are made in sparse, intense pulses.

I dare say that after two months of employment, I have already changed. This continues to bring up a great deal of speculation. Enough in such a time that I am unsure if it is appropriate to think about these things.

Why do people tell me to slow down? Why am I not being encouraged to work these long hours, to think about projects that are outside my responsibilities? Why am I being discouraged from attempting more, from becoming more efficient? My approach to this job right now is to become as dependable as possible in the shortest time possible. I want my skill-set to expand, I want to earn respect by being burdened with higher expectations.

This isn't how it was before. Who am I now? I am suddenly becoming my responsibilities. I am suddenly valuing others based on their commitment to their own. I hear only the slightest whimper of remorse, small, imperceptible... People don't understand. I don't understand. Why does the part of me who wants regret for this earned poverty -- a poverty of wanton expulsions, feel more like a refreshment than a prerogative?

I have become someone and something. I am not sure if it is planned, and I know only that it must continue. There is time, only now, to catch up. In that time period, I must exceed