Walkways of Yesteryear

Out here in the Shadowlands
Where the fires burn cold
And touch knows no comfort
But acrid bitter for
Broken connections
Through broken trust
From promises broken.

Here in the shadowlands
Where we know no hearth nor home
We wander the desolate streets
to haunt as the forsaken
The walkways of yesteryear
Cursed to yearn that which we lost
As we look in
Through pain-stained glass
Of the happiness that is, without.

In the shadowlands
Were the forgotten tread
And hope dies a thousand deaths

 

Haven

Isa in focus

For things fall apart

in the ever widening gyre

these best laid of plans

control, nothing but

life’s greatest illusion

fate, destiny, happenstance, chaos

what may you

that which may be written in the stars

or sand on tide-washed beach

that which throws the lie

life to be lived

for what of man

against nature’s fickle prerogative.

 

The world around me crumbles

dreams shatter, but I can dream anew

my world ends

but I am calm

not, not for new beginnings in life’s unending cycle

but for I have you.

A Water and Mountain Day

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Some days weigh heavy upon us, leaden with worries and burdened by promises and commitments made. We hold the sky aloft, fight the good fight and keep the end at bay whilst we hope for respite. Of those days, some days we cry out to the heavens and wait till Atlas can share the load. Some days, it is more than we can bear and it all comes crashing down. And we hope unlike humpty dumpty we can put it all together again. And some days, the hardest of days, are attritional days, days made for a gradual grind and the slow inexorable march of progress, a water and mountain day.

This Is How We Date Now

I’ve been thinking the same thing. Better expressed here than I think I would have.

Thought Catalog

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We don’t commit now. We don’t see the point. They’ve always said there are so many fish in the sea, but never before has that sea of fish been right at our fingertips on OkCupid, Tinder, Grindr, Dattch, take your pick. We can order up a human being in the same way we can order up pad thai on Seamless. We think intimacy lies in a perfectly-executed string of emoji. We think effort is a “good morning” text. We say romance is dead, because maybe it is, but maybe we just need to reinvent it. Maybe romance in our modern age is putting the phone down long enough to look in each other’s eyes at dinner. Maybe romance is deleting Tinder off your phone after an incredible first date with someone. Maybe romance is still there, we just don’t know what it looks like now.

When we…

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