The Mushroom Zone
I came up with the name while I was chopping some champignons in my work.
In that vain and religious task, I found myself ruminating on some thoughts, ideas if you will; which I broke down and stretched into my notes and, subsequently, uploaded here. A platform for my meditations.
In My Blood
Everyone wants to have kids
No one wants to be a father
Mom’s Bottles
And now, with years gone by, I see
The grace her sorrow gave to me
To know me
To know me, maybe is to love me
To know me, maybe is to hate me
Blah blah blah, at 27
"He who fears to speak, fears to exist"
Loving Yourself Is
Where do I find that freeing love?
How do I become the man I long to be?
Drunken games
She, in a fraction of a second, understood everything.
She knew she has two daddies, the one who cooks noodle soup and the one who throws it to the vultures.
The Miracle of Life
BANG! BANG!
A gangster dies
And another is born.
The bad things
Loyalty or submission? I used to think they were the same.
Commitment or fear? I was sure I was doing it out of love for the cause but…
Honesty or obedience?
Them, without a name
Sometimes I wonder, “does it hurt them to make love without being loved?”
In their eyes I've seen pain, an emptiness like mine.
Perverted Church*
If salvation and approval now depend on your many requirements
Why do we need Jesus?
Broke
God, is that you?
Did you come down from heaven to see me cry?