Musings from a slightly sagacious sideline bloomer with a love of words and whimsy…
Pain. Agony. His torment was sealed in the torn musculature pulled by the cement-like mud through which he waded. The rains had been plentiful. The wetland was a merciless force of torture... dragging his dreary movements two steps back for every one he planted forward. He was swallowed again and again by the sloshy footholds … Continue reading Mindless
He stumbled amid the shifting obscurity of twisted shadowy boles. His breath was ragged with exhuastion; deep, violent intakes of air bathed his lungs in the suffocating fear of the feverish night. He felt his heart clawing to be released; the rising palpitations unleashing a pounding beast that could no longer be confined by the … Continue reading Ring
As an introvert, an idealist and a thinker - descriptions that have become synonymous to my wallflower handle - it stands to reason that I spend a great deal of time in reflection. More often than not, these reflections take me back to the magic decade of the 90's. Unsurprisingly, that classifies me as a reminiscer. However, reminiscence is much like a double-edged sword, being purposeful in some regards, but also defensive in others. Do we venture through past memories in elation, or are they perhaps escapist at its core? To answer this, one needs to delve into the very spirit of the decade. Upon such exploration, one may find that the 90's was a harbinger to a few key lessons that hold relevance... even now...
An awkward moment is a beautiful little human catastrophe that wriggles itself into your self-representational sphere every so often to playfully offer its share of a little strife and existential dread. Overstimulation, sensitivity to minute detail, excessive processing, and high reactivity are but a few of the reasons to why an introvert and HSP like myself would be subject to such embarrassment. It reminds me of that one time...when I found myself the target of a little flirtation...
Your inner world is a mental retreat blueprinted on idealism and imagination. At times however, a free flow of thought sets loose a host of inner battles. And we become our own greatest adversaries. Wars are not meant to be waged unchecked across the delicate peace of your private domain. A state of CALM is a weapon to beat down the watchful dragons of our mental bounty, before they ravage the free-bound landscape of your personal fantasy.
Ways of the Wallflower 