Monthly Archives: September 2018

Pretending to Be

I sit here in my little enclave at the back of the garage pretending that I am willing myself to be a writer, actor, athlete, community volunteer and so forth; when in reality I am a motionless being wandering from

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Homeless and restless

I don’t think of having a home anymore.  I don’t travel much so I don’t have an extensive inventory of localities knowledge, but I now feel as though there is a not a place that I want to call home

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