Jack Cascade
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I prefer to remain anonymous, not for my sake, rather I hold the sanctity of self in high regard. I can only immortalize my perceptions, more often delusions based on judgments, and a mere shade of the fullness of an outer self. The self either blossoms in long swaths of radiant time with another, rooted in the persistent discourse of how each mirror their light, or it shrivels in the shunning shadows, hidden from the honesty which threatens to rise to conflict, complication and collision. It's rare for me to allow such proximity to a heart outside my own, since my empathy can be severe and sacrificial. Besides, they should tell their own story.
By Jack Cascade3 years ago in Confessions
Mosquito Road. Top Story - June 2022.
Standing at my grandmother's grave with her son, side by side, surrounded by a swarm of hungry mosquitoes, we both gazed silently at her tombstone. It had been a decade since her passing and somehow I had been the one to inform my father that she didn't wake up that day. To say that we weren't close at that time, would be an underestimation of the years of fear and pain under his thumb. The silence between us was ripe with tension, regret, and yearning for some sort of solace.
By Jack Cascade4 years ago in Families
