Reflections of Narcissus (Entry #5)

Economic Survivor’s Guilt About a year ago, I received a long awaited promotion at my place of employment. I had been working in my former position for 10 years in preparation for this role, one that I had tried and failed to obtain four times during that period. Finally, I got it, but it wasn’t […]

Reflections of Narcissus (Entry #4)

To Be or Not to Be (Suicide & Repercussions) Fair warning, this post will contain discussions on suicide of oneself, and of loved ones in a hypothetical, but perhaps not so hypothetical sense.* To exist or not, and to suffer the slings and arrows that life has shot by accepting the former, or to die […]

The Asylum

A house that holdssleepless dreams,and hollow carapaces. Echoes of former beings,possessed by the unfathomable. Ailment unknown.Existing onlyto occupy space. Walled in delirium,labyrinthine memories,All remains forgotten. As architecturally intended,to suppress the wails,diminishing the screams. Hiding the manic secret.

The Sacrifice

Ye’ newly minted crownof razors upon thy head. Pain transcendent,calling forth what Deitymay accept my sacrifice. I open my skull,to view the contents within. As if examining tea leaves,to foresee what shall come. Fortune or misfortune,cannot be determined. A cloud of smokehazes the third eye. That which is undone,remains as thus.

Reflections of Narcissus (Entry #3)

A Diary Entry of a Dream Dreams are precarious by nature. Upon awakening, they easily disintegrate into dust particles that float away in the morning sun. It’s rare when anyone can hold onto any such vivid details of one’s own dreams and even then, they still usually exist in a fragmented and surreal structure. It’s […]

Reflections of Narcissus (Entry #2)

Reminiscing on an Old Childhood Friend “I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12 – Jesus, did you?” ― Stephen King, Different Seasons I never read King, and I remember this quote from the film ‘Stand By Me’ as opposed to the short story (The Body) it […]

Reflections of Narcissus (Entry #1)

A Conversation Between a Father and a Son As the nucleus is the core of an atom, so too is the idea of the nuclear family being the core of all societal life. I believe family to be an important societal component, even a vital one, but the concept around the nuclear family has always […]

Old Wounds

Old Woundsrequire a particularkind of healing,One not easyto come by Ancient scarshealed in anamateur’s fashion,Hardened layerupon layerlike tough leather Yet, still they remainever vulnerable,To the searing painof memories,Able to quickly erodeany protective coatingthat Time had afforded Old Woundsprone to infectiousremembrance,Seeping outthe pain ofwhat once was.

The Void

I often think of the Void,But my persistent mortalityElicits an irritating fearOver the impending doomThat would precede such an event. My vessel of meat,Transporting me throughThis brief existenceUntil it degrades and rots.The Void lingers. It is indiscriminate.It is boundless.Humanly instinct delays the journey,But we all arrive in the end.Into the Void,A blackness that I yearn […]