I don’t want to be that man who sells ads on benches. Although a respectable profession, I really think it would make my depression much worse. Bartending appears to be my career as of now. It is a sales-type of position, I guess, but the alcohol suppresses my depression into vacation mode, so I’m alright … Continue reading The Ad Man
hopelessness
Heart
"Hopelessness does not stem from an uncaring heart, but grows from a heart uncared for."--Sandra Pici
A Silver Bullet for Sarah
“Sarah,” said the doctor, checking his watch for the time. Lunchtime neared on a beautiful day in early November, “I see, unfortunately, only three to six months remaining for you. I’m sorry...so sorry.” Joshua looked up from fiddling with his cell phone, then returned to it for a moment, setting it on vibrate. Slide show … Continue reading A Silver Bullet for Sarah
Masquerade
Enters the one hope fears to see, disgust and adoration beam, not wanting sight nor sound nor word nor innuendo slightly heard Of how one lives or lives thus touched for some whose lives not touched so much. So silence soothes the hopeless fool, more soothing than a hungry soul. With solitude time does so … Continue reading Masquerade