WriteMyke

I have decided to cash in on some faith, faith in myself. I resigned from my job. I am letting the fates sort it out and currently reaping the benefits of some hard work from the better part of the last decade. I’m agreeing with what a friend called it, a “Trial Retirement.” I have been going through some interesting changes since I first gave birth to the ideal— almost a total reform of the perspective in which I view the outside world. That doesn’t mean the inside world has been safe, either. My dreams have blossomed into no longer me surviving or enduring when things go awry but of me taking action or controlling situations from the get-go. Since I was younger, I have built a network of significant places in my dreams, be it my childhood home; a sightseeing, tourist spot in the Cascade Mountains; my High School; or a what would rather be an inconsequential location except that I had an epiphanic thought there that impacted me greatly. These locations not only have a geographica

Not so much desperate, may be even delusional Hard to find sleep even when awake Does vacancy beckon or is it just comfortable Should he be afraid when he is not Or upset that he is not yet gallant Ravage all that is imperfect, nothing would remain Burn the coffee table, find the missing piece Maybe cut a new, mash it down, make it aces Hang it. Nailed to the wall like a piece of artwork Throw a tantrum when no one admires it That should have convinced them Who really cares anyway, unconscious Distorted worlds reflect what must be Pine for the decoder, show what cannot be seen Wanted: navigator, zealot, decider Make me a believer; I dare you