Everything is so far away — a tonic away.
Trauma makes abrasions, lines and circles that exquisitely permeate and colour the lens of our eyes; the blood of our mind. Poison’d in entrapment.
I am neither here nor there, my mind, set on tempests. While the heart, plainly beats. flowing words–hold me close; I am sanguine. Brimming with the rich redness of life, repose, and everything in-between. With nothing behind, I cry and cry in sweetness: bound to no thing other than me.
I have the same dream every night: I am on a beach. My eyes are closed and my hands – stretched open. I am bathing in the sunlight and marveling at the easiness of the moment. Then, my eyes open. I see the shore, which looks boundless, and a wild jungle positioned miles behind me. […]
“Spring forward, spring back.” They tell you. They don’t give you an outline: They don’t tell you why. “Spring forward, spring back.” They command you. The nature of it is p e r p l e x i n g; bristling and jostling with kinetic energy. Dark and invigorated. “Spring forward; spring back.” They threaten, without […]
I have spent the last six years of my life dreaming of a future. In my attempt to build the future I wanted for myself, I have damaged much of the present. This strikes me not only as ironic but as wrong; the present paves the way for the future. From this moment on, I […]
Sometimes I question the ideal of dreams. What we chase lies in the future, beyond the reach of realities and the humdrum beats of everyday life. Is it fair to give up so much of the present for a vision far ahead? Sometimes this vision is radiant and blossoming with vigor. Other times it is […]