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

How willingly we throw ourselves upon the flames. With exuberance, we swoon in painful anticipation of an eclipse of the heart. Once again, I lay down my essence for another to do what he wishes with it. Existing solely in a gleeful state of panicked frenzy. Nothing else pales in importance. What will he do next? The beautiful, treacherous, grim trenches of new love. I … Continue reading new moons

Life is not a noun, it’s a verb. It’s the neck breaking experience of being dragged through the world by our tails. It is the delighting in scenery as it flies past us, the clutching at roses before they are yanked from our reach. It is the karmic swirl of the good and the bad swarming around our haunted heads. It’s a constant cloud that … Continue reading Losing control

A mouthful of salt waterA belly full of acidA moment fresh for slaughterA point in time too placid Clear waters obfuscatedWhat is seen is a reflectionAnd what’s beneath is gatedOur mind’s sweet deception. Continue reading Ophelia’s Compassion

A color I’ve never seen. A flower that’s never before opened. The conditions are finally right for me to know this season of my life. The woman I am is a mirror version of who I was, but so metamorphosed now that this body I wear might as well be a cocoon. The girl of yesteryear could never know this love, could never claim this … Continue reading In my cocoon

I serve as invisible guardian to myself. All at once the princess in the tower and the armored savior down below. I strip the toxins from bad moments and leave the sweet. I swallow poison so that my conscious self won’t have to know the acrid taste of the truth. What I’m left with are hollow memories, gutted of their flesh like sweet langoustines. The … Continue reading a second life

Faith. What can I blindly follow through rigged pathways? Under what pretenses can I abandon what I see? How easily it comes to some, the instinct to follow a path laid out in muscle memory instead of breadcrumbs. A world plotted in ley lines that lead them forward instead of landmarks. I envy what I can’t condone and marvel at what I don’t understand. There … Continue reading faithfulness

I chafe at the enormity of what my heart wants. Clipped by the sheer volume of what it calls to it. So feeble, my human body. Capable of only a fraction of what I seek out. In moments of surging energy, it emanates a beacon. Inviting to it all the bounties that its cloying desperation yearns for. And my fickle bones buckle under it all. … Continue reading Black holes