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Month: January, 2015

Modern Isolation

An instant; a click,
and resounding applause fills the vessel.
It’s sound reverberates in the plastic walls –
clamorous at first, but silent at next.


Canes and whips; volcanoes and lava;
spotlight’s on me now.
Hands thrown themselves into the vessel,
but no one takes the hand.


So I scroll past everything once more,
searching for meaning,
anything, really,
to take the pain away.


It’s not right. No, I’m not doing it right.
There are chains on my ankles
and a balloon around my neck.
I want to fly.



And I will lose.

Numerous clouds of thoughts have been swirling around in my mind for the past few days. It feels as if I’ve got so much to divulge, yet nothing much to say. The words are trapped in the cages of my mind, and they feel so hard to get off my … tongue. Or fingers.

I’ve been thinking and harping a lot on this one thing – my future. And carpe diem, you might say, but that isn’t going to stop my mind from wandering off to my source of worry. I mean, I really can’t help it. Don’t you know that this world is surrounded by people with all sorts of personalities? And that in this society written in black and white, concocted together by rules and order; intolerant of gray areas – I am the loser. I have so much to lose. I have so much to catch up with. I have so much to run up to. I have so much to… change. I have so much of this, nothing much of that. I am a ball of crumpled up paper, wailing to be smoothed out, screaming to be saved. I am trying to untie my knots and unravel the wrinkled ends. Yet as I try, the world lashes out at me still, and I crawl back into my balled-up form.

What do you want?

And what do I want?

Will I really lose? BUT I DON’T WANT TO.

She Sells Sanctuary.


path: ethic.

A friend of mine recently decided to leave conventional churches behind and begin her own worship at home, with her children. She described her first liturgy as being such a wonderful, fulfilling experience, and it got me thinking about the differences of institutions versus private gatherings, in particular with regards to religion and homeschooling. And that got me thinking about cults.

Now, of course, I don’t think my friend is about to start a cult. Here’s where I should probably go through my thought process in greater detail!

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