My Empty Boxes

What Is It If What It Is Is Not?

Dominic — Mon, 07 Oct 2013 15:21:13 +0000

Often it is in the nature of myself that I find it overwhelmingly easy to stew in the raw seething hatred I have for most of humanity. Yet given its beautiful allure, I find myself inexplicably capable of moving past …

Hotter Than The Sun

Dominic — Tue, 20 Aug 2013 23:52:22 +0000

Looking back, the one thing I have noticed for certain is that my emotions respond very strongly to external situations. Left to my own devices, I was always capable of finding some rudimentary way to entertain myself, to occupy myself, …

Wishing On A Nightmare

Dominic — Tue, 09 Apr 2013 18:17:55 +0000

There are many things I can avoid in life to make me feel less in despair. But I cannot avoid sleep. And by extension, I cannot avoid dreams. I don’t often have nightmares, but I often wish I do. Because …

The Garden That Once Was

Dominic — Thu, 04 Apr 2013 10:22:59 +0000

I was expecting deep sharp pains. Maybe even some form of rage. Or possibly even some flavour of contempt. But it was nothing like that at all. All it was was like lying down with a plank on top of …

Silent Words of Intention

Dominic — Thu, 28 Mar 2013 16:30:42 +0000

There is a large part of me that seems almost unmercifully curious. Even when facing potential harm, dangers or fears I have, my curiosity has always been one to push me far beyond my comfort zone to acquire the information …

The Little Creaks That Echo

Dominic — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:25:12 +0000

It seems when my sleep to awake hours starts getting skewed throughout the day, I get gradually more depressive. While not massively relevant, it does explain the few previous posts and possibly why I have yet to graduate any of …

Peering Past Deaf Ears

Dominic — Wed, 20 Mar 2013 11:21:33 +0000

There is joy in drowning within a personal universe made especially just for you. Where everything you want in the world is all that is over there right now. Everything fits, and everything falls perfectly into place. The only thing …

A Feather’s Weight Worth in Hope

Dominic — Tue, 19 Mar 2013 16:03:53 +0000

Because I know, from the words, actions and inactions. From statistics and behaviour and of course personal bias. That is not to say I am certain of course. I am well aware of my own fallibility, my own flaws, and …

Tracing The Past of an Arm Once Harmed

Dominic — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 18:04:27 +0000

Looking back at the various fragments of my memories that are in pieces large enough to make sense, I often find myself questioning just what exactly has caused me to allow myself to be as emotionally slightly out of place …

Poised at The Edge of Addiction

Dominic — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 08:25:22 +0000

Like how a sober man still calls himself an addict at AA, similarly all addictions never really end, rather they remain in sobriety for only about as long as you can maintain it. Backed against a fence. Unlike those who have yet …