Serpent’s Defeat

Proudly he looms over the cold blooded legless tyranny. The venomous coil of flesh lies dead at his feet. Now nothing more than a mass of dead rope.

Frustration.

Why do some keep hassling for results while hindering the process? Again I am faced with the questions as to when something will be ready by the very people that have moved the equipment that I need for the job. When I ask for said equipment, invariably I get the same answer. They do not know and will not lift a finger to help find it. Even when it was they that moved it and what right did they have to touch it in the fist place.

I am tired of finding hiding places for things that I do not want others to touch but it has come to that. I have an order in which I keep things and a system to approach jobs. Now my little cashes are being raided. What sick pleasure do people get out of making two second jobs last for hours in the searching for equipment that should be at hand.

Grace

Sometimes the picture does all the talking for you.

Shrouding the Emptiness.

I was a party to a conversation that made me reflect. There was a time where I felt nothing more than a hollow shell. Where my clothes shrouded nothing more than a shroud for an empty being and my mind pondered the notion of making the outer shell match the inner nothingness. This refection gave me an insight to a dark world I thought was the realm of cowards. Had I not experienced a situation that drove me to this contemplation I would still feel the same. Yet does this knowledge make me wiser or weaker?

Simple Treasures

There are some things that you can’t put a price on and moments you would never expect to be so valuable.