What I need is A word. Something profound to start off with One syllable that hangs in the air. The first note of a battle score The initial down beat before the inevitable crescendo. There’s something tangible in it’s formation in your mouth, a physically reality in its reflective solitude. Lone, like the man … Continue reading The Power of Utterance
Month: November 2007
The Dross of Self
Sometimes, he sits alone. He sits like stone, unmoving. His static motion masked the commotion in his mind and lay hidden was the turmoil of his soul. Inside he was chaos— falling through the liquid reflection of himself; drowning in an ocean of an identity crisis —as fluid memories of a self-doubting existence whitewashed the … Continue reading The Dross of Self