The Knowing Of One’s self.

At some point in a baby’s life, it wakes up, discovers it has a foot and sticks it in its mouth; it’s learning what it feels like, self awareness.
But can you imagine waking up one morning, and finding a part of yourself you never knew existed?
You should. Every day.

The Dog Chained To A Postbox

My mind has wanderlust, and sometimes it goes to places I don't need to visit. So thank you for this tether.

Pouring Urine From The Holy Grail

I always get scared that at some point I’m going to lose it and just sell all my stuff. Get in my car and drive to Ottawa. Ditch the car when I run out of money and start hopping trains. It’s weird because I don’t feel like I’m that far away from all of that, not when I’m sitting in my basement apartment staring at my walls, or when I’m walking through the streets in this town, or when I get in my car, start the engine, and turn on some good music. I feel like I could be in a gutter eating mystery pills. It wouldn’t be so different from my life here right now. Pills and whiskey in a movie theatre, flickering fluorescents, shoes worn through from walking, loose change clattering in my pocket like it needs a pay phone. One day I know I’ll make that decision. The decision between being a kid with nothing and a piece of mind, or a kid with everything and no peace.

The Hitchhiker Hates Cars

Let’s run away. Let’s keep running and never stop. Eventually, we won’t be running to survive. We’ll be running, because running is our life now.

The Kites Weren’t In The Sky That Day

There are times I look at the world and I wish I was blind.

The Forest Starts With A Tree

If you spend your time wishing it away, you will find the days move too slowly, and the years all too fast.

The End That No One Noticed

The Universe blinks and humanity, in all its cruel glory, comes into existence.
It blinks again, and we are gone.

The Forgiveness

A flower leaves perfume on the shoe that crushes it.

The World of Difference

I laugh more with them.
I smile more with you.

The Devil's Bed

The system works by piling dreams onto one person, and watching them grow.
They need more dreams to sell. Don’t let them steal yours.

Don’t try to be like me. I hate me.

I hope when you think of me years down the line you can’t find a single good thing to say.

The Prison I Made Myself

I’ve got those deep suburb blues. Like I’m never going to get out. Like I’m staring at the sidewalk watching the sun dig holes in the pavement and bring weeds up with its fingers and nails. Like old ladies walking. Like stray cats and dead deer. Like fruit flies all over your kitchen sink. Decks that stare at other decks. Chain-link fences that cut into your hands. My mind is full of row-houses and each one looks like the one I grew up in.