mental illness
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Eden
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring – it was peace. – Milan Kundera I’m sitting on the veranda of the old mountain cottage, looking at the verdant valley when, through the deep caves of thought, I hear… Continue reading
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Free
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. – Albert Camus The wind soughs through the wayward pines, past the dilapidated mines, beckoning me to join it, to walk away and admit my need to be wild and free,… Continue reading
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Fire
They lived in a shabby trailer close to the Church of Sweet Revival where he served as the assistant pastor. He always wore a mask of mature righteousness, pretended he was compassionate, soft-spoken and in a pensive mood, but it gnawed at him that the pastor gave him a measly salary and rarely let him… Continue reading
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Madness
“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.” ― Charles Bukowski The pastor would return home after flirting with the ladies at the church, leading them on with quotes laced with Ecclesiastical seasoning, a fragrance that… Continue reading
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Aliens
I don’t believe that there are aliens. I believe there are really different people. – Orson Scott Card Each time I kiss her, I want to tell her everything… about the aliens who tried to abduct me, the secret door in the attic which imprisons them — little behemoths with orange skin, glowing yellow eyes… Continue reading
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Time and providence
But all the while I sit and thinkOf times there were beforeI listen for returning feet And voices at the door ― J.R.R. Tolkien I often asked myself why I was here on a lonely planet, confined by time and providence, I watched people undergo spiritual metamorphoses, transforming into beings of the light — blue aureoles framing their… Continue reading
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Peace
“Peace of mind for five minutes, that’s what I crave.” —Alanis Morissette I’m not at peace with myself, I told her, I’ve never been, I don’t know what it is, but even when I’ve accomplished something, I’m disturbed, not just empty but unsettled, like something antithetical to divine light, an unholy darkness has me in… Continue reading
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I’ll be gone in the morning
He sits on the kitchen floor in the new apartment, holding a sharp knife. The refrigerator, sink, cabinets, and tube light indifferently look at him. They don’t care about what he’s about to do, but she does. She grabs the knife from his hands and backs away from his menacing stare. “This needs to stop!”… Continue reading
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Holding on
A few years ago, I woke up,believing that God had chosenme as a prophet, to purge theworld of iniquity using fire and blood,listening to the voices in my head,a piercing crescendo, hitting afever pitch, I felt myself leavingmy body, I don’t remember muchafter that, except walking onpotholed streets,being chased by mongrels,their teeth like frightening, white,little… Continue reading
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