A-Z Death

The doctors said he was a living miracle.
No one had ever survived such a horrific accident.
Or that many hours of surgery.
But he had opened his eyes some days later.
And seen a face in the mirror that made him wished he was very much dead instead.
For Dorian could not live on immortally, with a hideously, disfigured young face.

A-Z Comfort

It's in the food we eat.
It's in the places we go.
It's in the people we interact with.
It's in the hurt that we are familiar with.
It's in the activities we get involved with.

The walls thicken up.
With every hour that passes us by.
Yet memories of where you once ventured.
Flickers once in a while.
And you know what you've gotta do.

It's time to move on.
It's time to break down the walls.
It's time to be on fire.
To claim confidence and courage.
Into the unknown and uncertainties.

A-Z Bliss

When you are with loved ones.
When runnning your hands through soft, silky, warm fur.
A bite of molten lava chocolate dessert melting in your mouth.
A mouthful of spicy, tomyam soup you've been craving for.

Oh where does Bliss stand in ranking with Happiness, Joy, or just plain old Feel Good?
Or the more sexy, naughty version called Ecstasy.

A-Z Able

"You might not walk again."

The Doctor's words were like a blow, striking him down.
The lump pressing on his spine was the source of havoc in his body.
It had to go, and this was the risk he had to take.

When he woke up, for a moment he wasn't sure where he was.
Hearing nothing but the sounds of machines.
Once his eyes adjusted, he knew he was back in his room.
And there was a tingly feeling all over his body.

He raised his arms for a stretch.
He could see all ten fingers up in the air.
And then he tried to wriggle his toes.
To his relief, flashes of pins and needles came upon him.

Rating angst

It shouldn't matter where you are.
As long as you are on the right track.

Ratings can be faked.

I reflected on the days when I was a member.
Monday to Friday, following a different tune than the weekends.

Now here I am, finally being myself.
Trying hard not to make the same mistakes again.
The thing is, in a huge church, a member from a small church is just mediocre.
What's amplified is how you can really hide in the crowd and just be an attendee never to resurface again.

Except you encounter the annoying thing called compulsion (as Gabe phrase it).
That thing that makes you want to do stuff, because you are in a church.
Because you know what the focus should be.

I want to be Peanut right now, hiding in my dark corners.
Prickly to the world.