Hope Street

A short story about an old man who feels left behind by the world as everything he has known has changed so dramatically throughout his life.

Onward and upward.

Onward and upward.

I don’t understand complacency. I don’t understand settling. Content.

I’m never content. Next satisfied. Everything I do is garbage. Just a learning curve, helping make me better for next time. Everything I get, I want more. Everything I do, it’s not enough. I’m always hungry. Always thirsty. Always driven.

Every failure is a hurdle. Not a brick wall. Every success is an inspiration. Not a finish line.

Modern Man

Everything feels so alive tonight The earth is embracing the rain like an old friend Not a hint of wind Not a hint of pain Far away from greed and misfortune Far away from anger and stupidity I stare up into the downpour And part it with my hands like glistening curtains To view upon …

Nothing but.

My words don’t always make sense to people. They don’t quite hear me. Like I’m a song played backwards, my message is there, but needs to be deciphered and heard from another perspective. Scattered faces of confusion. Deaf to me. Depressing and it makes me hold back. But here and there, a look of recognition. …