A Note For My Generation

At some point, in a dignified word, we will come to realize that life isn’t so much better for you as it is for me and vice versa. Somehow, for now, we all just seem to trade blows and cheap shots but sometimes hugs and wonderful thoughts need some light too. Maybe in my lifetime…

The Importance In Not Fitting In

At some point, the whirring would dissipate into the chugging and then to a screeching halt. The sound of rust and steel, perhaps the desperate sigh for relevance at the center of a breakdown. In its shadows, the far off rumbling of an engine steamrolling its way through the flickering lamps of the entire neighborhood,…