• They give you a limited palette in life, with so few colors, and yet they expect you to draw a painting better than anyone else’s. There are so few things I can do, and so many I can’t, how can they expect me to succeed? How can they expect me to do better than those […]

  • Positively. Positively what? Wonderful? Terrible? Outrageous? I suppose it depends on the day. Heck, something could be positively charged, for all I know. But we can be sure it’s not negative!

  • Sometimes, in autumn, the days are light and breezy, the leaves swirling about playfully. Other times, a dark shadow is cast upon the land, the wind picks up and flings a heavy layer of cold rain into your face and it feels as if each droplet were a dagger digging through your flesh, yet no […]

  • Alarmist. That’s what she was. We were on the way home, those of us in the marching band, and we were all drifting to sleep after a long, tiring day. That’s when she shouted so. “We got a puker!” she yelled, startling everyone awake. The problem was, nobody had thrown up. We all glared at […]

  • Sometimes they seem so stupid, average folk. They don’t see the things and connections I observe daily. Yet, sometimes I wish I could be like that. Be simple. Have a simple life, without seeing everything so clearly as I do. Walking through life without a care, oblivious to the world around them.