The purple velvet of the crepe myrtles has long since fallen and washed away. Their flowers littered the ground like a fuchsia carpet before the golden leaves of fall blew in. The rains came and glaciated to their naked branches in clear coats. They shimmy in the wind now, clacking their frozen tendrils together like bamboo wind chimes. The world is quiet and untouched apart … Continue reading What will be

It’s like being attached to a balloon, but with a dark figure on your back. You’re still rising, in fact you’re soaring. But there’s something in your periphery, something with hands around your throat to weigh you down. It’s the melancholy of something wonderful. The abundance of happiness so profound it makes you fearful. You’ve lent yourself out in return for these bounties and now … Continue reading the melancholy of something wonderful

I think about this person I’ve become, when she was cowering somewhere dark in the recesses of me. I remember feeling her curled in my core as my body coiled in fear. I remember her prodding for release between my ribs as I hid in the sunshine of a quiet room. I remember how she ached for the life she felt owed while the person … Continue reading The monolith and the figurine

I wonder if you know the power you have. That I have afforded it to you so easily. How quickly I digress from the programming I was sure was hardwired. It’s a comfort to know that my migratory patterns can be diverted. I’m not sure I’d ever care where I was going if I was alongside you. It’s not something that I rue, but it … Continue reading consolations

The oil swirls in the water. Two full hours ripe for slaughter. Empty in all regards but substance, they’re saturated with notes of you like a rich merlot. They nibble at my senses just the same, too. I chafe against the bit in my mouth, at the concept of waiting to claim the future. It’s a foolish squirm, the world that I want is unfolding … Continue reading coded messages

Kairos, not to be mistaken with Chronos. The divine timing. That everything happens the moment it’s meant to and not a moment sooner. I find myself hesitating in case I’ve got it wrong. Perhaps I shouldn’t commit these thoughts to words. Perhaps I shouldn’t announce them into being, where once born they can’t be reclaimed. How can I know if I have it right this … Continue reading a bone in the throat

Delicate little roots clawing feebly through packed sand. Tearing away blindly with the little dexterity they have. Hoping simply for somewhere supple to call home, they meander through the world in the hopes that they’ve finally found amendable Earth. Little fingers that reach out in the night, grasping for stars that lived and died long before wishes were cast upon them. Everyday we advance at … Continue reading love letters

It’s like slow dancing on tectonic shifts. Tightrope walking between the masts of a rocking ship. It’s the gentle reorganization of the world to make space for something worthy and altering. The most precious things are fickle. They can crumble in your hands. But the most resilient things aren’t the ones that have remained unbroken, they’re the ones that learn how to bend. So perhaps … Continue reading tender little things

It’s a familiar sting, the sunburn of fresh, unfiltered euphoria. The aching pain that comes after a night spent under sweet provocations. Suddenly, something real has emerged. From chance, you molded something that you no longer know how to be without. A shadow casts across your sprawling lands and you can’t remember a day when you weren’t sheltered in its shade. So solid it can … Continue reading fresh paint

You build what you have, and if you don’t build what you need, you’ll always be in the wrong place. If happiness isn’t a place, it’s a blueprint. A detailed mapping of all the synapses that fire when you’re aglow. All the necessary nooks and crannies that fill your heart with joy. And if you construct a life that’s supported by all of these things, … Continue reading destinations