Tuesday, 26 February 2013

To walk

I am tired of wishing. I am tired of running away. I am tired.

Sunday, 3 February 2013

To run

To evade reality is my goal and my whole reason to exist. If life is anything else other than pure imagination, I want nothing to do with it.
I remember now my little sister. She decided that this life was not worth living, and one Summer night she put an end to her life. I remember my sister and wonder what wisdom she had tried to impart on me with her letter of departure.
It's coming back to me. It is is very chemical.

Friday, 1 February 2013

On the road

Three-quarters of the way down to the impossible, I conclude that rational thought is the ultimate illusion. The alternative is that I am completely mad and beyond redemption. Either way, this is heaven.