The shape of angels

He immersed himself in small fascinations because they possessed the quality of cosmic slingshots; they traversed the narrow passages of ordinary days with mighty catapults whose earnest plead wed dreams to the hopeless places. He learned to understand life beyond his years out of necessity. And as such he learned that to entertain lost causes… Continue reading The shape of angels

There is no I in acceptance

I remember the time I almost went mad in the middle of a beautiful day. Everything went quiet, as if my brain was busy spinning the sounds into a dull series of thuds whose trespass became increasingly indecipherable to me. Simple conversations required a herculean effort. Words became pin pricks, sentences became wildly rampaging herds.… Continue reading There is no I in acceptance