Hard Knocks

No it isn’t easy When exhaustion sets in it becomes a mental war between your will to keep fighting and that ever present voice telling you to give up Black, blue, sweat, tears, cracked and frayed Your outer appearance may look pristine to the world Your insides raw from the weight of all that has…

“My mind,” he s…

“My mind,” he said, “rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation. That is why…