I've been walking at least 10,000 steps everyday for the past few months now. The reward not only is found in my improving physical health, but nature has left me visual gifts for my to find on my little adventures outside. Which, I have also realized that I feel more at home when I separate myself from civilization. Alone on a trail, I regain a sense of tranquility, confidence and an assurance ... » Continue Reading
I want to caress the folds and crevices of these stripped hills, to curl into the cracks of open land and bury myself deep into the ancient soil. Diverging paths that hold so many secrets, they beckon to me; alas, I am only so powerful as to gaze in wonder and feel my heart pull taught against the leash. In my gut I know this is where I will find true solace. The head and soul speak of a salvati... » Continue Reading
They are like moons, the gravitational pull weakens, and I watch each planet float back into the infinite dark. Nothing was ever mine forever, but sometimes I wish it so. A galaxy emptier by the day. I am only to wait patiently for the next cosmos to collide with me. I am closing another chapter in my life and thus leaving my small ecosystem » Continue Reading
Transporting myself to my other home, I open my eyes to the sound of an empty room. body{ background-color: #000 !important; background-attachment: FIXED !important; background-repeat: REPEAT !important; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; filter: sepia(50%); } main { background-color: #111; color: white; border-left: 2px solid white; bor » Continue Reading
I do not wish to move forward Blistered heels made of wood Coated by the desert sand, grains and grains Charred with the bone dust of a child long forgotten All the water drained, black in color By the drought of a 1000 days How many days in the months Did I want to be here? I need to see the sun again But oh, the night only lasts forever My eyes are covered in that dirty cloth rag Someone is t... » Continue Reading
Every breath feels like the one before a dive. I clutch my skin, I can feel something growling again. There's a muzzle with rows of teeth, something snarling again. Some kind of... anger? Hatred? An emotion I've sworn since childhood to never act upon. I have the tools to make a fire, but I'm scared of the shadows that I'll see in its light. » Continue Reading
- Oh, the journey will be long and far. Don’t you love the feeling of your own putrid mind? Don’t you love the feeling of being a speck in an ocean without end? Think about what’s beyond the veil, what awaits us when you did. And here you are He chortles, a frothy sound - Lying awake wondering how to escape from your own prison, your own walls and barely enough strength to force food down your th... » Continue Reading
I have an addiction to feeling pain. I desire the pity that pours through open graves, the coddling of a child with its first wound. I will admit now that my head feeds off of a rich, tender love found in between the hospital beds. Love that is laced with bleach and copper. Love that is whispered at the edge of nothingness. Forever choosing the role of victim, never the victor, never the » Continue Reading
I, the cosmonaut, am floating in the eternal abyss of space. All of my stars are fading, running away, and I hover aimlessly. My ship has been damaged beyond repair, scattered across the stars. There is nothing I can do but follow your eyes, two pinpoints in the devouring darkness, two northern stars. And then my hand touches something other than my own emptiness. » Continue Reading
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