Beautiful Sprinkled, Speckled, Spackled Snails: ...My Journey from There to Here.
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My musings, my notes, my journal, is a collection of receipts of stolen souls imprinted in my mind and branded on my heart.
'Tis the three year journey of spying saints, stalking sinners, copying conversations, mimicking masks, tracing transactions, listening intently, staring obnoxiously, assuming intentions, speculating reasons, questioning antics, trodding tearfully and writing alone - spilling my own blood first, in hopes of sustaining life beyond.
"Snails" is that journal of that journey from there to here, sprinkled with honor, speckled with horror, spackled with hope.
Stephen Wolfe, Jr.
Stephen Wolfe, Jr. left a stuffed purple elephant in a vacant parking lot across from the Orange Peel in Asheville, NC. He successfully completed his bachelor's degree in nine years. He is meaner to himself than another has ever dared. He likes remembering things the way he remembers them; not necessarily the way they happened. He can close his eyes and see the moment - the car, the pavement - where he wished he ended. He pedaled over twenty five thousand miles in three years to get here. You're holding his journal.
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Beautiful Sprinkled, Speckled, Spackled Snails - Stephen Wolfe, Jr.
CONTENTS
Author’s Note Thursday, August 8, 2013
Preface Saturday, July 13, 2013
Fliegen
Part One – Journal Entries
She Had A Dream Sunday, March 6, 2011 At 1:12Pm
Dear Anybody Monday, March 14, 2011 At 4:38Pm
What’s Wrong With Me? Friday, March 18, 2011 At 11:47Am
Unwilling Actor Tuesday, March 29, 2011 At 7:46Pm
The Naked Tree Tuesday, April 5, 2011 At 9:21Pm
Seven Minutes Sunday, April 10, 2011 At 3:43Pm
Blue Lawn Chair Sunday, April 17, 2011 At 11:36Pm
Krispy Kreme Eyes Tuesday, April 26, 2011 At 8:00Pm
May 1, 2011 Wednesday, May 4, 2011 At 12:11Am
Blurry Monday, May 9, 2011 At 3:39Pm
Confessional Booth Thursday, May 19, 2011 At 11:15Am
Bicycles Saturday, May 28, 2011 At 10:03Pm
Wonderings On Love Tuesday, May 31, 2011 At 5:07Pm
Shake-A-Sketch Monday, June 20, 2011 At 4:53Pm
Back To The Booth Tuesday, June 28, 2011 At 5:46Pm
My Suicide Letter Tuesday, July 5, 2011 At 2:50Pm
My Letter To God Monday, August 1, 2011 At 1:57Pm
Thirteen Months Wednesday, September 7, 2011 At 9:01Pm
Help Me Forget Saturday, September 17, 2011 At 11:48Pm
My Chance To Say Sunday, October 16, 2011 At 11:01Pm
A Left Past Worry Sunday, October 30, 2011 At 6:06Pm
On The Right Past Worry Monday, October 31, 2011 At 5:35Pm
My World Around You Tuesday, November 8, 2011 At 2:36Pm
A Boy Who Loved A Girl Tuesday, November 22, 2011 At 9:11Pm
A Boy Meets Girl Sunday, November 27, 2011 At 3:54Pm
She Smiled At Me Sunday, December 11, 2011 At 8:30Pm
Nine Syllables Wednesday, January 11, 2012 At 5:15Pm
Life-Changing Lipstick Monday, May 7, 2012 At 5:06Pm
Once Upon A Time Friday, May 11, 2012 At 12:39Pm
Mr. Walton Friday, February 8, 2013 At 9:29Pm
Breaking The Silence Sunday, June 2, 2013 At 8:09Pm
Snails Thursday, June 27, 2013 At 8:25Pm
Conversation Sunday, June 30, 2013
Outside Your Window Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Duck-Duck-Goose Friday, July 12, 2013
Und
Part Two - Poetry
Unusual
Trail Of Me
Defeated Boy
Why
Garden
Down
Blue Fade Red
Blue China Plate
Bride
Bathtub
Falling
Gust
Weeping Willow
Impressions
Bruise
Bird
Clean Too
Bury
The Moment Before
Every Note, A Song
Frozen
One By Done
Foiled Bow
Stars
Crystal
We Make The Deal
Bloody Shepherd
Demons
Daisy
Secrets
Draw
Speak
Eyes
Truth
Masks
Could’ve (Should’ve)
Waffles
Starlight, Starbright
Revelry
The Potter’s Ocean
Prodigal
Parade
Fear Of Commitment
Full
Games
Dust
Him
Coffin
Tag
Streak
Winkle
Idol
Clown
Barter
Gray
Hollywood
Slippery
We All Want To Belong To Someone
Scarecrow
Disappointment
Mine
Vacation
(_______)
Glass Jar
Ignorance
Sustain
Moon
Careless
Twin
Scraps
True Story
Siegen
Part Three – Unfinished Musings
Conclusion Wednesday, August 7, 2013
for Joey, because she listened first.
author’s note Thursday, August 8, 2013
. . . my story can be summed into seven words or less: my brain broke. I suffer from an undiagnosed mental health affliction – a broken mind and battered heart.
In my life of thirty-one years, I have broken a total of one time. My definition of that broken is losing all ability to function as a normal person would – normal as defined by society. I do not boast in my admittance to you that on a certain occasion, during a certain circumstance, I slipped – I shut down. And for three years, I lived two totally different lives – the life I wore in public and the life I spilt in private – and both were afraid of the other.
I was afraid that people would see me for who I really was. That my life was a lie, that even I believed in. That beneath this mask of smiles and light and personality was a mistaken reality that I was a waste. That beneath this smile was a struggle. That beneath my light there was dark. That beneath my big personality just hid even grander pain.
My life was her and when she chose to disappear from this life of mine, I panicked - a panic so intense that it consumed my whole self - choking words into whimpers, smiles into smudges, love into loss, and life into lies.
Your fear might be spiders. You may fear the ocean or sharks. You may be scared of girls or boys and the rejection they may give. You may fear death or dying alone. But me, during this three year journey, I feared me – my honesty, my truth, my frailty, my vulnerability. I feared not wanting to live, but lacking the courage to die. And that fear kidnapped me for pennies and forced me into a closet with no lit-up exit signs.
This fear consumed me – every single second, of every single day, in every single thought. And if I’m being totally honest with you, even as I type this, I dwell on this fear. Because that’s the disease; that’s the struggle; that’s the pain - the affliction of a broken mind. There’s no cure – this isn’t chicken pox; you don’t beat it once and it’s gone forever. This is something you live with – you live in. It’s the face in the mirror; it’s the voice you can’t ignore. It’s the feelings you can’t escape; it’s the monster under your bed. It’s the breath you inhale; it’s the hand you hold - and the scariest part is that after a while, after a few million miles and a sleepless night, you become numb to it. This becomes the new normal. You accept that a good day is getting out of bed and brushing your teeth because there’s no more tears to cry and no more blood to bleed – you’re empty. Alone. And lost.
Soon enough, that fear transposes itself onto and into others – you begin to fear the stigma inside of others towards you. The shame, the embarrassment, the looks, the whispers, the absence of best friends - even they begin to walk on the other side of the sidewalk. And, hence, you do not seek help. You continue living this hell your mind is living within, silently. Every morning, you pick a smile-of-the-day from the empty jar in the pit of your soul and you go to work, you go to church, you do all your extra-curricular activities, in hopes that no one will notice that you’re defective.
I didn’t seek help, either; I wrote sentences instead.
This is my story – my journal of making sense from my crazy; sneaking into the lives of strangers, even myself.
preface Saturday, July 13, 2013
. . . I write…
. . . I write sentences…
. . . in my own diary, that graduate to I sharing with whomever and whoever will listen, will read.
. . . these sentences congregate together, piecing together a puzzle; pulling words from swollen tongues and sewn lips so that those who had a story or have a story, can finally be heard.
. . . they are my stories. My life. My vulnerability strewn across the yard as wildflower seeds so maybe… just maybe, a life will bloom between the concrete cracks of my own frailty.
I am untrained.
I am not a counselor.
I am not a doctor.
I cannot prescribe drugs.
I do not offer solutions.
I do not solve equations.
I cannot put the puzzle pieces back together.
And I cannot answer ‘why?’.
But I do give you my heart.
My fingertips.
My mouth.
I do grant you a chance to be heard, a chance to tell your story.
I will love you regardless of your circumstance that was created for you or by you.
I will get on my knees and search for every missing piece of you that has been lost and I will cheer rambunctiously as you find yourself again.
I am but a simple man who was given an uncanny gift to write the words of a silent and hurting and empty people and what I lack in education, in beauty, in personality, in wealth, I will surely give you my last whimper so that you no longer have to sorrow in silence.
I am broken, defective. I have been silent. I lost hope. But I know the joy in being found.
I’ve swam in the tears of rejection, I’ve dove into the sea of doubt, I’ve tasted the art of failing, I’ve splashed in the stink of pity, I’ve crawled through the pit of prejudice, I’ve laughed at my own lies, and I’ve lost my favorite part of me…
But I’m here today, typing this decree, spilling my own blood first, hoping that someone will stand with me…
. . . and while standing with me, I’m standing next to