by Dan Schryer Is there a way to really know? At what point does time’s inevitable alchemy transform a stranger into something else, someone that envelopes the absolute center of your being, half of a whole that bears the shared weight of the world alongside you? Is it a single moment, crystallized in hindsight and … Continue reading How Do You Know When You Love Someone?
Tag: beauty
What’s in a Name?
Chasing Ivory
My blonde phoebe at the time, she fell in love with you openly looking off into the rays coming through the multicolored curtains, imagining deep romances as your fingers flowed across the cracked ivory looking straight at me with emerald eyes, light dancing through your long eyelashes making me blush and glance away. She asked … Continue reading Chasing Ivory
To Whom It May Concern
To whom it may concern though it may not, in fact, concern you in the slightest- Dear God, if you will. I'm writing from a seated position, leaning back as though to remember what it felt like to lean back into his arms, until that one day when I leaned and he didn't catch me. … Continue reading To Whom It May Concern
New Sensation
enjoying this moment, stillness with a hint of playfulness, as i lay on my stomach, wait for a much awaited package from my favorite author, a gift from a beloved friend back home. listening to a slow folk song, remembering what it is to be myself. there's freedom here, in this moment. no idea what … Continue reading New Sensation
‘Tis the Season
For the longest time [or so it feels] I’ve been cooped up, afraid to leave my little space and room lest something uncomfortable or unfamiliar occurs. What a contrast to the person I used to be! Not even a year ago, I would jump at any excuse to go outside, to meet new people, experience … Continue reading ‘Tis the Season
An Exercise in Forgiveness
Staring at the tiles Spreadsheets Blinding screens Made brighter by the overwhelming headlights of my own expectation. Sans motivation. How can I earn a vacation when I'm on the brink of humiliation, when my mind is devastation, consumed with creation and elation yet stifled by industrialization. When my eyes think, blink, bending over the sink … Continue reading An Exercise in Forgiveness
