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
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
