In sanguine summers, Through sunlit waves, I see the gray homes Of misery and heartaches. The chime rings like everyday; The air is still the same. A family’s laughter Reminds me of old times Behind a smile is A story hidden within rhyme But the chime rings like everyday; The air is still the same….
Coarse, a frosty echo
Silent leaves of crackling chaos.
In a world where most rules tie you down, where all actions are dictated by society and where going against the system is considered “unconventional”, how do you leave your mark?
“Mommy, I feel sleepy!” I watch a little girl wrap her chubby arms around her mother’s waist. It’s late at night and everyone is going home except me. The little girl buries her face in her mother’s stomach. She turns her face to the side, looking at me. I smile at her. But my wrinkly…
When your dreams fail
When you’re buried in hail
When you’re begging for help
Don’t be too hard on yourself
One way of presenting Occam’s razor is that the more assumptions you have to make, the more unlikely an explanation is….
The Thermodynamics of our lives (Part 2)
The Thermodynamics of our lives….
Because, in the end… It’s all just Perception
Is life a race or a journey? Do I compete in the race or enjoy the journey? The latter sounds comforting. But is it true?