Internal Battles

 Exhaustion overtakes creation.

What’s more important survival or exploration?

It feels unjust to choose- 

Both lead somewhere, so at some point you have to pick a destination.

Anywhere, anywhere but here.

Setting A Trap

 Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this imagination of mine?

Must be a mix of something good, something bad, and a bit of something else.

Some days it stays at bay, other days it run rampant, never wanting to be caught.

Caught by the pen,

Caught by the page,

Caught forever by the reader.

Capturing The Bubbles

There isn’t much I enjoy more than a nice cold beer on a hot day. There is just something so refreshing and relaxing about it. The moment practically begs you to ponder the universe and your place in it. When the mood is right it can lead you to believe that everything is indeed right.

A funny thing happened to me the other day while I was enjoying this Ambiguous Ale and yes that is the name of the ale. I was transfixed by the way the bubbles were floating to the top and disappearing. Some of them lingered before making their ascent while others shot to the top with the maximum speed allowed. Then of course there were others that found their speed in some happy medium.

There is a metaphor buried deep within that beer. It may not be the prettiest but I think it can apply to so many things. Whether it is writing, working, or even traveling everything has its own speed and ultimately once you reach the top, the end, it will pop.

Don’t worry though another bubble is forming on the bottom of the pint glass.

Before The Bloom

  

It’s a hint but not quite a promise for what’s to come.

A future filled with a unique beauty. Part of the pack yet distinct to its surroundings.

Even the same roots and care cannot guarantee the same outcome.

The mystery of spring encompassed by each, an unlimited number of chances. 

But what if one more freeze takes hold under the cover of darkness?

The bloom night not make it. Then again, it might just be more exquisite. 

It’s the inherent risk of nature- 

No beauty without sacrifice.

On My Road

  

I find that sometimes you have to look in different places for inspiration and answers for your writing. I decided to read a Kerouac because there is something about his writing that just speaks to me, I know I am not the only one. His use of first person narration is masterful and while I don’t want to emulate it in my current novel I want to take away some of his tricks. Besides, while reading this I feel like I am on an adventure and nothing gets the creative juices flowing like an adventure. 

What are some novels you all read to go on an adventure?

I Can’t Make You Believe

  

I want to show you everything.

Desperately, I want to give you anything.

Whether you believe it or not, you need to know I did everything for love.