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 […]
On the bridge and the tunnel, I roam free: My passion, the thing of the past; There are no constraining leashes. I am on the precipice of something unknowing, All it takes is one sweet, short step to reach a brave new world.
I have been working at a furious pace internally trying to salvage the decrepit edges of my mind. I am no longer sure of anything. The words that delicately slip from my mouth drip with reluctance and doubt. I have tirelessly worked to fix myself. I am starting to realize that at certain points in […]