Bruce Merrill

There is experience happening, and no one separate from it having it.

You thought you were lost, but the place you were in just couldn't be reached by thinking.

You think the open mind keeps you free. Watch what happens the moment someone questions what you believe.

The ache wasn't from not getting it, it started the moment your hand began to move.

The thoughts haven't slowed, what changed is who I think I am inside them.

Point at your hand and you see your hand. Point at your face and the finger arrives at the room.

Sometimes the question isn't looking for an answer, it's the shape avoidance takes when it learns to sound like searching.

Some pain isn't a malfunction, it's a measurement of how close you stood to something worth losing.

The exhaustion isn't from living, it's from pretending you were the one steering.

Happiness isn't false, it's just filed somewhere you stopped looking.

The people you know best are the ones you see least clearly, the sketch quietly replaced the person and you stopped checking.

The hum was never about the thing, the thing was just somewhere to point it.

Not every feeling is a message, some are just weather, and the trouble starts when you ask the rain what it wants from you.

You can spend years looking for what was already waiting wherever you finally stop.

The day didn't drain you. The argument you were having with it did.