I spent some time in a metaphorical submarine as the unconscious unfurled while I sought answers in the depths of me. Thankfully, I did have wifi connection wherever I went, so upon emerging from the deep blue seas, it was not a particularly intimidating readjustment. If anything, I was rather excited to come back to … Continue reading While I Was Away…
Uttering utter confusion Amazed by a maze Staring at the stairs Sloping down a slope 'Round the globe Motions, emotions Firing the firer Projections of projects projected projectilely Generations generating generators Theorists theorizing theoretical theories Illusionists eluding the elusive illusions eluded by allusion alluded to allure Allure, lure Polarized polarities polarizing Trail-blazers blazing trails Unasked … Continue reading Uttering Utter Confusion
Self-hate looks a lot like self-love. And the only one who truly knows the difference...is... (Scratch that) The only ones who truly know the difference...are...all the ones around you who can feel what you feel. MG
(Disclaimer: If this post causes emotional discomfort, please confront your demons by heeding wise advice.) I was spontaneous yesterday. Now, for those of you who know me -- it really does depend which era of me you know, now, doesn't it? Let's try this again. For those of you who have known me in the … Continue reading It’s Good to Be Back
To You: I never did get around to telling you why I was disappointed, did I? I suppose you never stuck around long enough to realize I actually am capable of emotions. At least, I seem to have discovered this capacity to be true. You did ask what it was I wanted. I wanted to … Continue reading Memory, or Dream?
"Where are you?" they ask, then don't stop to listen to the response. Well... I am capable of anger. Rage, too, mind you. It is not an anger that reacts to the ordinary, mundane trivialities of social construct, such as religion, race, gender, and class. No, it is a genuine anger, not a projection. It … Continue reading Where Am I Now, They Ask
(True story, biographical.) "How do you know you're at peace?" I asked my mother once, in my teens. She told me "when your masculine and feminine stop fighting each other, when you stop fighting yourself, that's when you'll find peace." So I asked, "which side should I be then? Which one wins?" My mother smiled … Continue reading The Women in My Life
I wasn't looking to change you. Just your mind. I wasn't looking to take over your world. Just your thoughts. I wasn't looking to be apart from your world. I've only ever wanted to be a part of (anything larger than life with) you. ~MG~ #imissyou
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 