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Continue reading →: Number Three…For those whom know me or feel as though they do through the written wounds within this blog, you will know that rain is my ally. The euphonious sounds of falling sky bring respite to my aching mind. It helps me bring peace to an otherwise war-torn soul. So, tonight…
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Continue reading →: ConfessionFor many of us, the idea of confession comes in the form of someone walking into a handcrafted booth and beguiling a story of verbose and non-linear sputum to an all forgiving figure. After doing so, they are absolved of any wrong doing and residual reflection of said confession. If…
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Continue reading →: The GiftSo, this blog post is going to be a little different from what you may be used to coming from me. And that is because I had the privilege of being asked by a good friend to co-author a piece. I think it turned out really well and I am…
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Continue reading →: The Monster and The Man.In my mind the hero does not always win. Quite rarely, in fact. My mind is a black place. It seems to have an affinity for darkness. It finds the bad in-spite of my seeking the good. I suppose that is because I have seen with my own eyes the…
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Continue reading →: DarkLast Sunday, I decided to put the bottle down. I have been sober ever since. It’s only been a number of days, sure. But that is no easy task for a man who both loves the taste as well as its medicinal effect against the wounds that others cannot see.…
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Continue reading →: Heavy and Weightless“Matty? Matty, what is it? Oh my God, what’s wrong?” … Her mollifying voice glanced off my shoulders from behind before entering my ears. It was the middle of the night and prior to my current situation of being seated on the edge of our bed, we had been…
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Continue reading →: A Man Worth Knowing.It was a Tuesday morning when the world got smaller. I had just learned of its reduction and the truly irreversible cause of it. And although the world around me was shrinking, my thoughts were swelling. Bounding. Leaping from place to place. Always landing at the finality of what I…
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Continue reading →: Unworthy Observer.I was seated within the passenger side of the ambulance awaiting their arrival. An uneasy tumbling of anxiety twisted within my stomach. It was subtle, but it was there. Our ambulance was parked out onto the tarmac under the stealth of night. I scanned the vastness above me in search…
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Continue reading →: A Man On The Moon.I walked through the city streets. My gaze lowered but my intention clear: move aside and let me pass, I do not want to be here. The downtown core was alive and bustling with people scurrying from bar to bar. The occasional honk of a passing motorist would overtake the…
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Continue reading →: Insomnia, The Fuel.Lately, as the sun lowers itself from view and darkness inks itself across the sky, I have been met by a woefully familiar adversary – insomnia. I am not awake due to nightmares. Not anymore. They have been pharmacologically supressed, somewhat. And admittedly, sometimes with the help of a bottle…






