Author: Daniel Thompson
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Write your own future
There’s something that the philosopher Heraclitus said way back in ancient Greece that I think of lately. Those words are, ”No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.” In essence, it means we are in a continual state of becoming. The only…
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Keep. Trying.
It’s been a long time since I could tell you where I fit into things with any amount of certainty. To myself, I have become this piece that goes to some possibly important machine or puzzle or song that got dropped somewhere or didn’t make it back into the box so that the picture could…
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This place isn’t meant for beautiful things.
I think that may be why you had to leave it. You were sunshine contained behind the dark screen of society’s fading humanity. You were a songbird watching machines tearing down the trees whose branches were where you’d found your voice. You were a complex, expressionist painting taken for granted by fools who loved simple,…
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I don’t like you better when you’re gone.
There’s a hole in the world that only I can see. I linger around it or lie around its edges just to be close to you and the memories still digging this hole inside of me.
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Solitude on Mendota
Not many words escape The growing pressure That holds my lips Closed more and more The longer I stay here Silently wading into my own solitude, Waves Of numbness Crashing over me And as I’m baptized In the waters Of indifference That have tried to pull Me under since I could Crawl to their shores…
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‘I should have brought you the ocean.’
No, there isn’t a missing “to” in that. I remember you telling me a story about going to stay in a hotel within driving distance of the ocean. You’d always wanted to see it, but the chance hadn’t come yet. Finally, you were right there. It was within reach. However, your friend wouldn’t let you…
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Tired
I spent a lot of my life wondering about my place in this world. We all do, I think. Based on the concepts of my childhood, I dreamed of being a hero. Legitimately, there’s an old newspaper clipping of me dressed up as Batman just walking around. It was not Halloween. With that idea came…
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The Gravity of the Unknown
I have always found a pull towards things that I do not recognize, Like a child first seeing the spark of a flame or light refracting in front of their eyes, Seeing the colors of the spectrum separated out from each other for the first time. And like them, I marvel at how more answers…
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My biggest worry
I’ve never been afraid of dying alone. Even when I was a kid, I figured that’s how it would go. Something had happened. A thing I never talk about anymore. But I knew that after that point, I wasn’t going to be normal in any way. I wasn’t going to have that pleasant, little life…
