Late Bus

The bus stop was only a block and a half away, not far in normal human-approved temperatures but a real slog when the air was made of daggers cutting at your cheeks and your mocos froze like icicles inside yours nostrils. Thankfully, Jorge was early and could take his time - only thing worse than waiting for a bus was barely missing one and having to wait for the next.

Are You A Daydream Addict?

I've always been an avid daydreamer. I can vividly recall summer afternoons standing idly in the right field of a little league game, mitt and hand on knees, waiting for a fly ball that almost never came. During those long fifteen minute spans spent standing, waiting, doing absolutely nothing, my ten-year-old mind had plenty of time to gaze up at the cloud-filled sky and contemplate the mysteries of the universe. I remember thinking about the strangeness of life, about what life as an adult might be like, about the existence of a higher power.

Other Place

This is a dry run. One of many. I know the path so well I can find in the pitch black of night. I have before. I won't last that long tonight, at least I don't think. But I don't know, I never know. Maybe this is not the dry run. Maybe this is the real thing. I can't know. I don't know my future self as well as I should. In truth I'm a little afraid of him. I have no assumptions on who he will be when I meet him in the depths of the grass.

Done With Deadlines

Time is our enemy. It is a relentless beast that can never be stalled, that never retreats, but will continually march forward at an even pace, dragging us all (the universe included) to an inevitable death. Yikes.

You Are Not The Protagonist

It has been a long time coming, but it is time to learn to disbelieve in the legend of yourself. I know this might seem strange after a lifetime of being told you are special or growing up in a world where very literally anyone could potentially become famous overnight (no matter how fleetingly), but the truth of the matter is, you are no one.

The Places We’ll Never See Again

We can't always spend our lives in one place. Sure, some of us do and there's nothing wrong with that. But for many people, at some point in their lives, they will move on from certain places throughout their lives. Be it from a house, from a job, from a city, from a state or even a country. For some, it is inevitable.

The Way

A moment or two ago the way Was well-lit Safe passage When the way turned becoming Obscure Lost Or not but so Far-removed From anything That resembles a welcoming No obvious avenue back to Retraced time long gone Only forward Into exponentially expanding Differential timelines Some with such a bottomless murk Like moths The nearest …