I thought this was a cute sign in the elevator at Safeway.
“Be Yourself. Everyone else is already taken.”
Why they put this up in a supermarket, I don’t really know. 58 more words
We all dare to be uncompromising and bold men, but as the dream of life unravels, we lose our eloquence and end up blending like whiskey and water, our strength gets broken by the caws of crows disguised as men, our hearts molested by the world’s ills and terrible poverties.The keys of our heart’s music are played probably alone or in heaps and crowds, and the outer life brawls and whirls like unknown pathways, loud and erasing single flickers, we select particular maladies and play them as records over and over in the plunging lift supported by two cords, the conscious and the unconscious, plunging towards the deafening pit of death at the bottom, but filling the occupant with the steps that men walk on in undeterring visages of bloom and decay, sometimes the play of leaves by the affections of wandering winds does thrill me like a revealed secret found hidden in the attic in a box of mirrors, dusty and forgotten. 767 more words
On any given night, you will find me tossing and turning as I attempt to relax and fall asleep. I’ve never slept well (family curse I suppose) and as I’ve gotten older, it seemingly has only gotten more difficult. 379 more words