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,…

An Ode To A Spiritual Surrender

I sit here patiently,meditating on if I've ever settled on anything or if perhaps I've settledfor nothing,in the absence of attachment,can i actually miss everything, I wonder?But what's left of wonderif there is nothing new here,what's an empty promise on another new year,in the absence of commitmentcan I actually accomplish that one thing, I wonder?In…