(Creative writing: May 2009 - when it all began) Perhaps there was nothing wrong with her to begin with, and she was just as normal as everyone else. But maybe it was her honesty that landed her where she was now—a rut. All that she once represented, all that she once was, the person she … Continue reading Don’t Look Away
There's always that stage in life when and where life, itself, is a stage. Darling, do we live life on a stage? Do we parade around the masquerades? Do we perform as if we are there to show The world of us, our "selves", and all that we know? Or do we live as if … Continue reading Life — A Stage
(Creative writing: 2016) "If you're sick of everyone falling for you, stop being so bloody perfect then," she'd screamed at me, a sheer projection of inadequacy. * * * * * I know that feeling, I was young once, and I remember that insecurity. I also remember the effort it took to outgrow those feelings … Continue reading The Arguments We Forgot to Have
One day, our paths will cross again One day, our worlds will merge Day after day Readying the way Until the stars emerge From behind the clouds That sheltered you in the crowd You hid from the spotlight -- sunlight and moonlight But our journey is the same Our destination is nigh I took a … Continue reading Nothing Like You
Love... If chasing sunshine has taught me one thing, it's that opening your curtains means you can just let it come. (Generally, open curtains means a tidy room first...) * * * * * My experience of love is one that can be expressed on so many different levels. There is the love of the … Continue reading Love. More of It.
I was stuck in a room with the two of them, both of whom felt the other to be intolerable. I was summonsed to arbitrate the situation, a mediation of sorts. Why? Well...I was about to find out. When I'd first entered the room, I saw him sitting there with a sideways glare, arms folded … Continue reading Arbitration
(Creative writing, REALLY old one from 2011. Darker writing, found it when I was going through old material.) --------- And as I lay dying, the sounds of the conspirators remind me of who I was supposed to become. It's never too late to be who you want to be, but watching the world pass by … Continue reading As I Lay Dying
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 