When the embers die down, I forget what it feels like to know fire. When the wind blows through an unending chill, I grasp at the memory of warmth on my skin. When the clouds hang low in the hills and linger too long, I grow desperate for daybreak. And in the moments when the fires are ablaze, I wish to recede from its lashing … Continue reading The duality of man
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
