Death of a Kind Soul

My heart is sore. I can bleed no more. Today, I was the monster’s voice. Giving the broken man his choice. To run or to fight. Choose fear or choose light.My insides are tangled. His spirit is mangled. He looked at me and cried. My own pain I denied. My ego and my mind brace … More Death of a Kind Soul

Crazy Talk

There are days, like today – where I run through that phrase ‘People who are really crazy don’t know they are crazy’ in my mind, and I think of all the times I have been called mad, or that I have wondered if I am. It is a serious ‘point’ of thought for me because … More Crazy Talk


It has been a long, long time since I have been this sad. Drained, and tired and sad. My heart is aching and my mind feels like its bleeding with guilt and… anger… and powerlessness. I have choices to make, and what ever I choose will hurt. Will hurt someone else, and I will carry … More Broken

Mental Bleach

I often lean back in my swivel chair, and note my fingerprints on the glass desk that I work on. It is a dark, almost black, thick and beautifully large piece of glass balanced on two ‘A Frame’ cast iron stands. It takes four people to move it. But the metaphor here, for me, is … More Mental Bleach