these feelings of being stuck seem to be unbearable– it’s all connected cyclical dense not me what is me? well, it’s sitting under a tree, maybe sipping some tea, not minding the clouds just letting all flow naturally– see! that’s me. sitting in the shade, not letting the day fade you are here for oneContinue reading “you are a ship”
Tag Archives: being
Things
Whatever comes naturally– that is the “right” thing that is the “wrong” thing well, it’s just a “thing.” Perhaps it’s “nothing.” This feeling of trying to reach out and grasp an answer out of thin air I’ve been chasing it for a long, long time, but not as long as I have been breathing, kicking,Continue reading “Things”
The Human Condition
Alone in my head how did this happen again? Afraid of myself more than anyone else afraid of my mind’s tricks like the devil part of me runs, part of me nourishes. External realities versus internal dimensionality my vulnerability got me everything good and everything bad trust my mind– it is strong, then flies outContinue reading “The Human Condition”
Be
Being a human– what are we ingrained with? Are we patched up with our fears, long before we meet the spider? Are we made to go hunting for spaceships and the meaning of life? To be is the only answer, the only response, the only real question. So often we feedContinue reading “Be”
Something Worth Fighting For
Do you have something worth fighting for? Under the depths of a powerful river do you think, “I wish I could tell you, ‘I love you,’” then yes– you have someone worth fighting for. In the next snowpocalypse do you go drifting off to your bed at noon, arms full of magazines, gin on ice andContinue reading “Something Worth Fighting For”
One for Love
A gentle tap. A slight placement of a hand, carefully, on my back. Eyelids perched on radiant, story-layered skin. The sound of your kiss like the rain; the taste of your breath, a summer wind. Your gaze tells me you have everything, right here. I trace your lips to remind you I am only extra.Continue reading “One for Love”
Anxiety
When you open up about it I’m not promising it will be easy. . When the air becomes thick like white cream cheese and you can’t simply scrape off the edges with a knife you wonder who else is feeling this way? . I thought my mother did; but she said, “What I’m feeling isContinue reading “Anxiety”
The First Day
The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me. But it was not me that I saw. My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”
Is there another way
I just want to be honest here– who wouldn’t want equality? Who wouldn’t want to know that your skin is tied to mine and that all unknowns competition bred can be flushed out of our pores, one last time, in search of a brighter, more natural glow? Who wouldn’t want to spread love instead ofContinue reading “Is there another way”
Be
the stars light up my sky every day, every night– even when I cannot see them, I can hold them in my hand. for I have been hurt, but my light still shines. suffering is a cycle. let us observe it; let us end it… you’re allowed to stop fighting. NovemberContinue reading “Be”
Reaching Joy 