If love is to teach you something, let it be that anything can be fickle. That at any moment something important to you can be as ordinary as a nickel on the street. That any illusion can be shattered and any curtain can fall. That someday you might look back at this thing you worshipped from beneath its pedestal like it’s a derelict. If time … Continue reading Let it be this

I believe in love. I believe in stars in your eyes, static in your stomach, love ‘em so much it aches inside love. I believe in two separate people who walk paths that cannot diverge. That even in the bad times, no shadow casts over that person. You see the one you love and you see the veil of anger over them but they never … Continue reading Ballad of the dimwitted marionette

Life is long. It’s my very favorite saying. I live often in the light of it being fickle and fleeting and unconquerable. But in many realities, life is long. These moments we pour our essence into lasting an unremarkable amount of time and ultimately fading into the background of who we become. This point we’re in now will feel like a lighthouse in the distance. … Continue reading Life is long

Perhaps this is the fruit of life. The little moments where you swell to surpass the little fences that we’ve become boxed into, the rules and regulations demanding that your leisure must not exceed these limits. You get just a little too rowdy, a little too passionate, a little too confident. Lest you take a chance that pays off or explore something new and wonderful, … Continue reading The fruit of life

Some nights, we simply can’t sit still. There’s too much magic in the air, too many things firing inside of us, too many small moments that we must explore.  What good will idle watching do? What can some pixelated distraction give me that this wonderful night can’t? This divine evening that was planned to the last detail by the silent angels that walk among us. … Continue reading Angels are near

There is so little that is real and truly joyous in this world that we are beyond elation when we see it. We run into roads to see rainbows and crouch on the ground to witness the flight of the butterfly. We’ll drive for hours, sit like tinned sardines on a plane for whole days, pack into boats, pay admission fees, shell out for people … Continue reading To see something joyous

We seem to be in a constant state of ripping off band aids. The dust never settles and the tiny little wounds never stop coming. When the last one starts to heal and inevitably scar, something cutting this way comes. We’re always saying that if we can just get through this week, everything will be fine, so consumed with the injury of the moment. But … Continue reading Clumsy little creatures

What if I never visit Tokyo? Never sit on a low down stool outside an alleyway bar sipping sake while an alarming consortium of light signals to the gods a few streets down. What if I never see Tanzania? Red sunsets dying over Serengeti hills. The creatures of our fascinations, the ones that don our TV screens like mythical case studies, walking their kingdom in … Continue reading The pills we swallow

It’s incredible, the things we don’t allow ourselves to feel. Walking through the world shrouded in bubble wrap. A cozy, cushioned barrier constructed on self spun narratives, resentment and the soiled blood of deep, gushing cuts. Propelled forward by the nervous energy of a mortally wounded heart. We run so far on broken bones and don’t realize how bad we let it get until we’ve … Continue reading Maestro

Humans are, it seems, completely incapable of seeing how life pulses. Yes, it oscillates but if you’re paying enough attention you’ll notice its patterns. How it ebbs and flows, the cycles of its rises and falls. But I tend to dwell in the minor details and miss the bigger picture. And perhaps that’s because I am always consumed with something. My favorite flavor of fixation … Continue reading To be consumed