SOL: Lost

still peering around
doors, looking for a place i
finally fit in.

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 104.”


MIND: Peripheral

I had been right, I was still right, I was always right.
I had lived my life one way and I could just as well have lived it another.
I had done this and I hadn’t done that.
I hadn’t done this thing but I had done another.

And so?

The Stranger // Albert Camus

MIND: Laughing

There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody’s expense but his own.

Moby-Dick // Herman Melville

MIND: Sliced

…I’ve never felt good with the crowd. I never belonged, I still do not belong, but the worst part is I do not even belong with the best ones, the living ones. I seem sliced off forever by some god damn trick, either my imagining or some type of insanity, but even the good ones leave me dangling and I feel like a fool, and I know that I am a fool for I feel what I know…

Screams From The Balcony // Charles Bukowski

MIND: Fiery

Self-love is the foundation for your capacity to love the other person.
If you don’t take good care of yourself, if you are not happy, if you are not peaceful, you cannot make the other person happy.
You cannot help the other person; you cannot love.

Your capacity for loving another person depends entirely on your capacity for loving yourself, for taking care of yourself.

// Thich Nhat Hanh