After years of exploring the Black Hole, I returned to humanity. I tried to speak of this experience with humans, but not everyone was as open-minded. Of course, there were some who took an interest and enjoyed hearing of my travel journeys. Those were able to live vicariously through my shared experience. But then there … Continue reading The Black Hole (Part III)
First read Part One (Click for link) I kept that promise -- except... I did it metaphorically. No, I did not join NASA and fly to the physical Black Hole on which Einstein and Hawking both have astounding theories. Nay, I traveled to a metaphorical Black Hole and was sucked into a world that I … Continue reading The Black Hole (Part II)
It's hard to just "be you" When you have an above average IQ And an array of unexplored worldviews. MG We all have thoughts, we just think about different things. We all have ideas, we just want to achieve different results. We all have routines, we just want to be comfortable in the world we … Continue reading The Black Hole (Part I)
Personal true story (5-minute read) "Oh my god, did you read about the winner-chill on the innernet?" one of the girls shrieked. "It's like the biggest one of the error. Apparently the chill is even hitting eye-rack this year!" Winner-chill? Innernet? I felt like they were speaking another language. What was a winner-chill? Honestly, I thought … Continue reading Language Barriers
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A king's crumb The pauper's pearl ~MG~ Kings, they sit amongst each other, feasting on rum and wine. They eat and drink, mock laymen and slash servants for fun. The kings awake the next morning with bitter hangovers, only to rule the People whose integrity was entirely disregarded merely hours prior. Councillors, they converse with … Continue reading From Kings to Paupers
Muscles carve into my bones Like hot, bubbling gelatin Legs are filled with pebbles and stones Dragging calcified iron bars within Shoulders fall with under the weight of the world Dangling arms, weak and insecure I rest my head upon my pillow Looking down at my world below Books and boxes everywhere Memoirs of moments … Continue reading Exhaustion