David Jacobson
Bio
Wandering through my 30's and getting back into writing after a very long break. I enjoy traveling, dancing, films, musicals, and day dreaming. Thanks for visiting and I hope you enjoy what I write!
Stories (2/0)
Journey To Fulfillment
Up until a few years ago, fulfillment was a concept that constantly eluded me. I was so wrapped up in just paying bills and getting my life together. The truth is that from age 15 to 25 I was constantly numbing my feelings with multiple substance. I had grown up gay in the midwestern and southern parts of the United States, so self-acceptance was nearly impossible. I didn’t really have any coping skills except for hiding my head in a good book or eating as much as possible. I felt completely alone for the majority of my childhood. My parents didn’t understand. They couldn’t have done anything differently. I know that now. I just hid within myself. There was no fulfillment. It was all about surviving and hoping people would leave me alone.
By David Jacobson3 years ago in Wander
HEART'S CONTENT
I don’t remember the world as it once `was. I was too young when the pyramids came. I don’t mean the pyramids in Egypt, but the PYRAMIDS. These were warships shaped like the structures in Egypt from an alternate universe that somehow crossed into our plane and decimated every civilization on Earth. They destroyed it all. They took my family. I was three years old. My mother, father, and brother had managed to get me to the back of the bomb shelter built into the basement. Mom manned the door as my father and brother ran to get the last supplies. Unfortunately, the Pyramid over our little town of Schaghticoke New York launched a massive bomb at that moment. The blast killed all three of them. I was discovered in the rubble three days later. I was crying, covered in dust and wood, clutching my mother’s heart shaped locket.
By David Jacobson3 years ago in Fiction
