Writhing curvature that contracts and expands unto itself. A heated intertwining. Conjoining converging and diverging. A prism of concentrated feeling pulsating energy. A heated space of pulsating energy a feeling of melting into oneself an exploding outward in thousands of tiny pieces. Broken but full. Complete but shattered. Dazed but satisfied.
Category: Human
The Road of Good Intentions
To hell with your good intentions. Well meaning, self serving acts that often serve to hinder the receivers of those well intentioned acts. It might really just be better if you just send a note. Just send a card with your well wishings. Don't try to impart on me your unwanted charity. Well intentioned gifts. … Continue reading The Road of Good Intentions
From the Melting Pot | Well This Jamaican…
Growing up American with Jamaican parentage (or Jamerican) has been quite the trip. My earliest memory of my "heritage difference" is of being in a middle school music class and being asked by a group of my peers to, "say something in Jamaican." Confused, I stared at them and tried to explain that "Jamaican" was … Continue reading From the Melting Pot | Well This Jamaican…
Cake
So much thought energy and feeling is put into one of the ends of a cycle. Either the beginning of the story was far better than it ended or something started off bad but was given a chance and ended up well. That last little piece of cake that is savored. The first bite of … Continue reading Cake
Accident
Accident It was an accident A tiny accident The word accident It doesn't carry the weight of what the situation is. I stubbed my toe, I hit someone with the door That's an accident Someone could have died... That should carry more weight. Vehicular manslaughter... That's a weighty phrase It's heavy, Commanding, A no nonsense … Continue reading Accident
Time’s Up
Time's Up - You've gone too far in your ego game. Now the other shoe drops.
Caia Rose 