the pulse in my veins only exaggerates the dissonance i feel between my mind and my soul. oh, how beautifully they intertwine to create this uniqueness of mine. but oh, how they fight and wear me down in the night. this depression that stems from anxiety this sadness that blooms from worry; it never feels … Continue reading the gardener.
there are a million definitions given but none fully address the complexity that is brought. a silhouette without definition but every indications of beauty. a reach that ends with a handful of fog, but a desire to try again, and again, and again. how i long for words to fill that empty chasm where your … Continue reading define.
A typical night resulted in a feeling of unfamiliarity with myself; that song you adored no longer made me cry as I drove down a familiar road where the wind caused those little hairs on my head to tickle my face as they interacted with the breeze. I drove in the twilight and wondered about … Continue reading the broken, beautiful familiar.
my head and my heart interact like clouds and the sky how the clouds take so many shapes and forms and colors. they build up tears until the day they are released into the unknown giving a freedom and a sense of relief. they become ivory castles on the clearest of days thanks to the brilliance … Continue reading the clouds, the sky, the sun.
you are the sunset painted so beautifully in the sky you are the resolution of a dissonant chord you are the scent of the ocean wrapped into a being you are the tempo that my heart keeps time to you are the comfort after a period of nightmares and even now, you are the metaphor … Continue reading you.
And so, the silence hung in the air, not like a humid, evening fog but more so a snowflake swooping through the air before it makes its tender embrace with the earth. No words needed to be said because everything to be conveyed was recognized in between the lines of nonverbal cues: the interlocked gaze … Continue reading the delicate prayer.
once there was a tree with the most magnificent of roots; the most elegant of branches; the most abundant of fruits. but then the weather accumulated and knocked the tree down- the branches became broken with fruit scattered on the ground. the tree tried to regain the strength it once had, but the weeds were … Continue reading the tree.