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“Without warning, all the tears I’ve been holding back are pouring out of me, hot and fast . . . It’s like I’ve taken all my sadness and wrapped it up in a package inside of me because I don’t deserve to grieve. But I can’t keep that package together anymore. The strings that bound it are fraying and snapping, and it’s all spilling out.”

“Feelings can’t always be mutual. Love tends to fizzle out over time. And even though everyone knows that, it doesn’t stop anyone from falling in love. I guess it’s the same with life. We all know it has to end someday, but even so, we act as if we’re going to live forever.”

“Reading, writing, listening to music, skipping rope, flying kites, taking long walks along the sea, hiking in the crisp mountain air, all serve a joint purpose: these self-initiated acts free us from the drudgery of life. These forms of physical and mental exercises release the mind to roam uninhibited, such collaborative types of mind and body actions take people away from their physical pains and emotional grievances. A reprieve from the crippling grind of sameness allows personal imagination to soar. Imagination, a form of dreaming, is inherently pleasant and restorative. It is within these moments of personal introspection stolen from the industry of surviving that humankind touches upon the absolute truth of life: that there must be something more to living then merely getting by; the fundamental human condition thirsts for a way to improve upon the vestment that shelters our self-absorbed lives.”

“What would the differences be between the world in which I existed (however briefly) and a different world where almost everything is exactly the same, except in this parallel universe I never existed? It is all those differences, however minuscule, that make up my existence.”

“The Trenches of Comprehension by Stewart Stafford Drowning at quicksand's smothering pace, A lonely disappearance that leaves no trace. As I struggle to get out, the deeper I sink, Nothing bequeathed, just dusty ink. Old wives say hearing is the last to go, Second last wind as a bittersweet tango, In sunken lethargy shouting aphorisms, Spouting words fortifies alert mechanisms. Communication fading as it nourishes, From a dying man's lips, it flourishes, The Reaper's bone dice leave you cheated, Exhaustion cashing out the defeated. Chin sinks below for past life crime, Eyes and lungs fill in white light time, Saviour's hand grasps mine in the sludge, And from death's door, I slowly budge. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

“Out of Bounds Introspect Digging their graves lifting hands as if they been to the cross, they'll find a way To rid the world of truth till the End of days serpents of darkness acting as light crawling stately among the sheep reducing truth into ashes frozen icon of truth now a distant reminder as mankind has forgotten the gateway of truth in the self-consuming womb of sin in what was once the church”

“There would be different types of silence, and speakers of this language would immediately know which type they were in. There would be a type of silence for when you weren’t saying anything and another, different type for when you weren’t saying something. There would be a third type, for when you didn’t know the word that captured the feeling you were having, a fourth type for when you knew the word but didn’t want to say it, since in saying it you would clip the feeling’s wings, and a fifth type, the rarest and most quiet, for when you weren’t saying something but the person you were talking to already knew what it was.”

“However long or short they may be, our lives can usually be pared down to a collection of choices made on a few fateful nights. Rarely do we know for sure which of these nights will be the ones that will alter everything to come. But if you pay close attention, there is a sensation, a light tingle beneath the surface of your skin, that hints at destiny.”

“I finally understood why it is that we humans keep cats as pets. There’s a limit to how well we know ourselves. For example, we don’t know what we look like to others; we can’t predict our own future or what our own death will be like. So that’s why we need cats, to help us understand ourselves better. It’s just like my mother said: Cats don’t need us. It’s us who needs them.”

“The worst part of saying you no longer believe in God is knowing that God is still there, listening to you. That's why the praying sneaks back in when shit goes south. That's why not believing is just standing on the opposite side of the same room you've always been in.”