this small coffin of isolation recycles my every breath into air as fresh as that found in an open meadow in early spring yet it is darker than nothingness itself, and my movement is restricted by the coffin walls that hide me away, craving light i break free and dig my way to the surface... Continue Reading →
Companionship has seldom soothed my lonliness.
Kokoro by Natsume Soseki Edwin McClellan (Translator) 1914. 248 pages. Genre: Japanese Literature, Classic, Historical Fiction Final Rating: 5 out of 5 stars Summary: Kokoro, meaning 'heart', is a tantalizing novel about the friendship between a young man and an enigmatic elder whom he calls Sensei. Set in the early twentieth century, when the... Continue Reading →
textbooks tell me humans are social creatures. humans need interaction to thrive. humans need to love and feel loved. anti-social. introvert. shy. weird. awkward. negative. crazy. those are my names. the names on my collar. the names i respond to. friends. people who care. only... they don't. they are friends so long as i remember... Continue Reading →
A man may enjoy the beauty of a rose and caress its petals carefully. One who holds a rose, however, will surely be cut by its thorns at some point. And once the man is injured, he will flinch, dropping the rose to the ground. The rose has caused him pain, but despite the pain... Continue Reading →