Welcome Home. Hello?

  Allow me to be the first to say "Hello and welcome." Welcome to the land of milk and honey and syrup- maple and corn. Welcome to the land of bottled water and chlorine. Welcome to the land of plenty, the land of percent. Here resides the hungry. Here resides the strong. Welcome I tell you- welcome. Welcome to the land of real-estate, to premium property. Welcome to the land of the homeless. Welcome to the land of McDonald's, to Subway. Welcome to the land of plus-sized women in plus-sized clothing. Welcome. Welcome to the land of the transient, the land of the vagabond. Welcome to the land of the free, to the land of bondage and debt. Welcome to the land of capitol, to the land of endless liability. Welcome to the land of the instant message ignored. Welcome to the land of the divorced. Welcome to the land of the happy couple- happy for now. Welcome to the land of children aged twenty and up. Welcome to the land of abundance, to the land of never enough. Welcome to the land of the damned, to the land of the blessed. Welcome to the land of melatonin gummies, of coffee. Welcome to the land of moving stars, of idling cars. Welcome to the land of the clean, of the dirty. Welcome to the land of choice. Welcome to the land of litter. Welcome to the land of cigarette butts and cigarillo packs. Welcome to the land of saggy flesh in bikinis. Welcome to the land of one night stands, of never and forever. Welcome to the land where the only contradiction is you. Welcome.. Hello?  

Absolutely

  I do not feel bad for what I did. It's really that simple. I do not feel any remorse whatsoever. Is this wrong? Is it wrong that I choose to work on myself, to better myself? Is it wrong that I refuse to be a part of something that is wrong? Is it wrong for me to have a desire to become something better than what I am now, for me to grow? Is it wrong that I am an adult? Is it wrong to believe happiness is overrated? Is it wrong to choose who or what I let influence my actions? Is it wrong to manipulate my environment to achieve success? Is it wrong to love and let go? Is it wrong to make the right choice? Is it wrong to listen to God? Is it wrong to be strong? Absolutely not.

Viral

  Some wear masks. Others do not. What's the difference? Is it fear? Is it caution? What's the difference? Standing in line. The lady behind me just coughed. That should be illegal now-a-days. She's closer than six feet. Someone should arrest her. At least medicate. I don't wear a mask. Call it recklessness. Call it fearlessness. I just like to breath.
  The mall was a bleak affair. There were certain arrows, messages on the ground. They told you where to walk. Most did not obey. They're walking on the wrong side. Is this criminal? If not, it should be. This is emergency. I should be allowed to call someone. Make these people walk on the right side of the hall, even if that means the left. Why don't I say anything?
  Is this even a big deal? I'm sure it is to some. I personally care not. I just want them to put the chairs back in Barnes and Noble.

Super?

    It’s a sunny Tuesday in the city of New York. There is a man hanging on for dear life from the window of a building seventy-eight floors from the ground. A concerned crowd watches from below.      Firefighters have arrived but unfortunately their ladders are not tall enough to reach the man in danger. Suddenly a mild cheer can be heard from the onlooking crowd. Super-woman has come to the rescue! “Have no fear,” she says, “for Super-woman is here! Grab my hand so I can fly you to safety.” “No thanks,” replies the man, “I’d rather wait for Super-Man.” While she looks at him with an expression of disbelief, a cheer- louder than the one before- resounds off the walls of the surrounding buildings. Super-Man has arrived! The man gratefully grabs a hold of Super-Man and they both head down to join the celebrating mass of spectators. Upon their decent, the man looks over at the second Super and yells “THIS IS A MAN’S WORLD, BABY!” She then walks home, head hanging low. Never again does she dawn her cape.

Page by Page

She’s a book with missing pages. What I need is not there. What she is is not. She’s a book with missing pages, the remaining are left singed and frayed. Most of the damage self-inflicted. She’s a book with missing pages. This book is not good. She’s a book with missing pages. What’s missing is bright. I gave her some pages but she tore out the light. 

Be Healthy

I’ve been a healthy person. I’ve been an unhealthy person. I choose to be healthy. Healthy is better. 

Doing It’s Job

  There is a reason suicide rates have never been as high as they are right now. There is also a reason why we all don’t know about it nor how to “fix” it. The reason is this- the world is doing its job and doing it well.