Seems as if the single thread in my life, the one that stays like an unintentional ink stain on the pant while trying to write my name eternal in life, would be that of refusal. I'm stubborn. I am an idiot. I am a stubborn idiot. And i lounge in the heather of such refusal to accept life as it is for me. It is neither heaven nor hell... it's just a color...a texture and a feel. I float on top of it. And, as they say, Let the chips fall as the may.

I constantly bombard myself with doub... read more