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Attraction is fleeting. Attraction is infinite. Will an electron always hold to its proton? Will it forever orbit its centre? Or will it break off, be sent spinning off into the chasm, into the infinite, broken forever from the centre of its universe, retreating as the world it left falls in on itself, falling to its knees in eternal grief?

» Posted By Taylor Stark On 04.13.2013 @ 5:22 pm


All we can do is keep breathing. Branch by branch we climb, ever higher, ever closer. What awaits us? A life to be lived, a goal to be reached. But that’s not the point, is it. The point is the breath. It’s not the summit, it’s the branch. The ground stretches below us, always in sight, but it has lost its importance. Sometimes one of us falls – loses sight of the branch and tumbles down, down, down. The point is the branch. We must always focus on the branch, and above all, keep breathing.

» Posted By Taylor Stark On 04.12.2013 @ 3:39 pm


A car sitting in the middle of a parking might seem abandoned. It might seem like it has been left, lost, forgotten – an idle hunk of metal languishing in a square of flat cement. But that is not always the case. Sometimes, but not always. For if one were to look at the dashboard of a seemingly undisturbed vehicle, one will see the wrongness of their assumption. For huddled on dashboards are the minds of their owners – their knick-knacks, their treasures, their tiny pieces of bubblegum wrapping so hastily wrapped and thrown away while stopped at a streetlight. A dashboard will always tell you if someone is coming back.

» Posted By Taylor Stark On 04.09.2013 @ 9:32 pm


He can see all written words, hear all spoken phrases, but he can’t take our thoughts. How can we fight something that is aware of everything but our mind? Alone.

» Posted By Taylor Stark On 02.05.2013 @ 12:40 pm


Shattered shards of sanity scattered across a white-washed tiled floor. Categorized. Euthanized. Lobotomized. Of course it’s all in your head. But how does that make it any less real?

» Posted By Taylor Stark On 01.22.2013 @ 5:15 pm


The child heaved himself onto the counter, eager for a tasty treat. His mother had placed the box high, higher than his reach; but he was resourceful. With a skip and a jump, he leaped and seized the box of oh-so-delicious wagon wheels.

» Posted By Taylor Stark On 02.01.2012 @ 8:46 pm


The man sat on the Parisian street, a subtle lilt to his fingers as they brushed past gilded ivory keys. The heavy weave of melody drifted through open shops and streets, caressing open market places and tall standing lamps.

» Posted By Taylor Stark On 01.15.2012 @ 8:03 pm

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