Once every year we drove all the way to our farm house. It wasn't as much a farm house as it was a forced family event venue. We would all gather our things and muster up the will to look at each other

I went to a palm reading at Autumn Fest. Here's is what I thought of it. Destiny has always bothered me. I believed we weren't bound to any certainty. IF we were, life wouldn't be as meaningful. There'd

The clicking of the bulb grew numb. The clanking of cranks turned into music. Every now and then a whiff of repulsive disinfectant swept by as the barman wiped the table. The laughs of the burly men started

There are a lot of theories. An evidence-based explanation as to why so many people who live regular lives (on the surface) delve into a taboo practice is yet to appear. It does not surprise me. Carnal

It is an uncomfortable conversation to have. Often undermined by the trivial yet solidified feelings of taboo towards it. At the first glance of a closed mind I go back to paying no attention to the semantics

We often run from it. Try and create paths to avoid it. However, it stays. It finds its way back to us. Pain is not something to snatch out and throw away. It must be a part of who we are. It is a part

I am lost in thought, guided by faint hope, kept on track by reality, and powered by desire. What I need the most is what I do not want. A conundrum you have faced just as much as I have. We dream and

I attended a funeral this morning. Open casket. Not a Christian funeral service but an atheist one. There were many familiar faces. Its the beauty of having a small and tight circle. Every little detail

My buffet is lined with suffering, my banquet born from distress, my diet demands pain. If we are all unique then I am unique in the way that I have a gluttony for pain. I am not easily pleased. Oh, if

I do not love pain. I love the feeling. It is the most real emotion one can feel. It is the sensation that differentiates a dream from reality, it is what doctors look for to determine viability. The truth

I push myself through every single day my chanting the same mantra I have been for many years now. I keep telling myself that if it doesn't end happily, it isn't the end at all. It is a childish thought.

Very contradicting, is it not? The thought of perfect imperfections. How could two completely opposite things that strictly contradict each other be peas of the same pod? Wasn't mom an oxymoron? She never

Do you know what happens after an appendectomy? I was told it would take 1-3 weeks to recover and get back to work. I got lucky! If it were to be an open appendectomy and not a laparoscopic one, it'd easily

People think of me as an agamic masochist. Hellbent over alluring agonizing and excruciating pain towards myself. It is as if I find myself in it. As if it completes me. Makes me wonder if I am a "trouble