Good afternoon my fine companions:) What an outstanding day here in Canada. Spring is in the air and on the nose, I love it! I’m going to be sharing a work of a radically different complexion from what has come thus far. I’ll euphemistically refer to the time period as my less enlightened years. Mental health struggles rather seem to be the norm these days with a particular emphasis on depression and anxiety. I wasn’t excluded from the fun though I am however extremely grateful having seen others suffer from much younger and stumble much harder. That said, I look back on the accumulated work of these periods and often I feel it’s some of my best. Steeped in a certain coarseness, an undefinable indelicate quality not to usually found in pieces from my better days. It IS comforting to think that all stages in life can have their purposes if we go about it the right way.

Anyway, as you will come to remark I’m usually all about the rhyme scheme. There’s something about finding the perfect word to fit in the perfect puzzle piece gap to complete a sentence. A moment of pure satisfaction. That said, I’m not a complete stranger to a less systematic writing style and below is my first example. An untitled work from approximately 2012 (I didn’t really start tracking dates until somewhat more recently), bon appetite.

Before me infinite paths

They coalesce disturbingly

The myriad destinies

An eternity of blackened dreams

Encircled by my worse angels

And better demons

Breaking free as implausible as life

The matrix of entrapment

Snares a fickle conscience

Choice was never more than an illusion.

A bit dark, I know. What can I say, early 20’s can contain difficult moments for immature degenerates with no self-worth and a cute substance abuse issue to boot. I fervently believe however that every mistake I’ve made has shaped me into the person I am and the exceptional life I have today. Embrace your mistakes, learn from them, but do your best to never to dwell upon them. Grant yourself your mental freedom. YOU are the only one who can and YOU deserve it. Go in peace my friends.

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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.