Category: Blog Posts
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My Wish
Where do all the wishes go that never came true? Are they somewhere above all our heads? Set free into the sky by the many, and never retrieved. Living high above what we can comprehend, and in between what we can’t. I like to think I haven’t let go of…
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Bees Make Honey Because They Do
Presence is a superpower. To be present is to make the drifting idea of now into something malleable. Maneuvering it into something that isn’t still and stoic, but a wet clay that can be shaped into anything the heart desires in that exact moment. To be present is to know…
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Choice Is A Zen Practice
None of this is a choice. I think as I look down at the tiny nubs of flesh prickling their way across the keypad as I type. I never wanted to be a dancer. I never wanted to be a writer. I never wanted to be human. I was never…
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Time Is A Dropped Egg When You’re Looking For Answers
I can feel questions in the air without anyone spewing a word. They flatten the space in front of the eyes into a fuzzy edged rectangle with nothing inside. And that rectangle softly inhales. Pulling in. Filtering the next few seconds into something comprehensible to the last. Filling its emptiness…
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The Future Is A White Knuckle – And The Now Is Preparing For The Punch
The future doesn’t exist. It never has and it never will. We can talk about it as much as we want. But, the hand that reaches will never actually grasp. The future is an ever reaching hand that can never comprehend what it’s reaching for. I wonder if readying for…
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The Planets Are Aligned Supposedly
And Supposedly I need to manifest something into reality. Think about what I want and scream it into the void of circumstantial earth sans gratitude for the path it already has laid before me. The idea of manifesting seems pointless to me. A grandeur term magnetizing the fetishization of just…
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Love
I can’t feel my heart anymore. It’s risen with the wind and flies like a forgotten kite. Slowly pulling on the knot that connects itself to me harder and harder. Until one day, it breaks free. Leaving me, empty like a cup. I’ll try my best to fill this cup…
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A Ten Round Bout In The Ring With Perception
I don’t really understand what I’m feeling recently. I feel like my life is a caricature of itself. All of my most perceived traits conflated and expanded using the ink of judgement and comparison’s pen. I can feel my outlines being traced by the same eyes that trace yours. With…
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