Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all


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  • variables will differ

    Neither the number of steps you take or the length of each stride will truly capture the distance you are prepared to go.
       Intentions cannot be measured in the same manner as progress. Variables will differ.
       Progress is marked by miles or minutes (perhaps down to the minutia). An intention itself is more of a variable than a path, yet its guidance (or lack thereof) will have a dramatic effect on actions or accomplishments.
       If you have an intention without a destination, it is a path only you can determine.
       It begins with the steps you do or do not take.

  • who will hear


    In the darkness it is easier to
    determine what’s on your mind;
    there are no other voices
    interrupting your ease.
    You can whisper, but who
    will hear you?

    Sometimes I want to talk when
    nobody is around to listen. Often
    it is the middle of the night
    and no one is there.
    At times, the silence is
    disturbing my peace.
  • essential to me

    I feel that by now, at this age, I am ready to do whatever the hell I want to do to fulfil my creative self.

       Any lesson, rule, inspiration or muse I have absorbed during my rather lengthy tenure on earth has been important, yes, but not crucial to my survival nor the be all and end all I once assumed it was.

    Of course, guidance was both observed and appreciated, but it is my observations with my currently and continually developing sense of style that truly guide me. This, along with my insatiable and undeniable curiosity. 

       If we cease to be curious, we stop evolving. 

       Art, and my varied attempts to create, provides my fundamental momentum.

       What I have learned and what I still need to know is irrelevant. I’ve absorbed what I could at the time and know now what I didn’t then. It’s a matter of time before I will see what is essential to me: progress.

       If we stop progressing, are we even living or have we begun dying? I am not ready for that. In fact, I will do whatever I can to creatively keep moving forward. I am most sure there is an art to that.

  • trying to hold on

    Days flow into nights, thoughts 

    wrapping around the moment,

    seemingly trying to hold on to

    what was or could be.

          The past presents itself.

    At times you forget the why,

    but not the who. Other times

    you are not sure of what to do.

    The thoughts, however, continue

    to absorb the mind, all the time.

  • truth & honesty

    Be honest. 
    Speak your truth, and 
    say what you mean. 
    It is easy to say, but
    can be hard to do.
    It’s difficult at times to 
    put the right words 
    into the proper context, 
    or speak freely. 
    Or honestly. 
    Often there is concern 
    over how you will be 
    seen, or heard, or believed. 
    Truth is, at times, not 
    easy to hear, and it can be 
    even harder to say. 
    Sometimes you might feel 
    it is not enough, because 
    the truth can be so simple. 
    Honest. 
    You may feel that 
    truth is not enough, but 
    it is everything. 
    The hard truth can hurt, 
    the whole truth can be 
    hard to swallow, and 
    the real truth can heal. 
    Be truth.
    Breathe your truth.
    Breathe honesty, 
    and 
    breathe it honestly.