My coach wore me down
like a pencil sharpener
to hone me to my best self.
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Diaries to Nietzsche
"He who lives with a void can forge his own why, and from it shape any how." Yet while the world is consumed by distraction, a man sits crafting his soul with his mind. What they call madness becomes an explosion — and that explosion becomes the evolution of a century.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH4 days ago in Poets
Lightning Never Strikes Twice
The distant rumble, the sudden deluge, the crescendo of sound, the flash of light, the explosive energy — it never gets old. I became an amateur storm chaser about two years ago. My wife, Cindy suggested it. Sort of. She said, "Alex, you know this cancer is killing me. I've come to terms with that, but you're smothering me. Go join a band, write a book, or become a storm chaser, for all I care. I love you, but you need a hobby."
By Julie Lacksonen5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
I love the imagery!! Well done:
Brilliantly put, how you capture both sides of it.
Amazing message
This is so profound, with little words
Oooo, this was so deep and powerful! Loved your Haiku!
It is a marvelous perspective