I dreamt of her two nights in a row. The first night, I saw her leaving a train and our eyes met - I forgot to look away - and her smile melted all the tightness in my chest into warmth. She hugged me and sparkled so brightly that I thought I’d go blind - … Continue reading and I wanted to
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
She leans back and the light from outside the window flashes on her exposed teeth, framed by slightly parted lips. The vintage gramophone on her nightstand has been trumpeting the orchestral "Non, je ne regretted rein," over and over for the past hour. She doesn't tire of it, and moves the needle to play it … Continue reading Amélie
The other day I imagined that I could fly, and I was awake, and I almost did. But then my mind flinched and I remembered that humans don't fly and I felt an overwhelming sadness. I blinked and the world stopped. The largest bee in the world was next to me and I wasn't afraid … Continue reading A Distraction
How strange to suddenly realize you are uncomfortable in the house you grew up in you find peace in silence where before you craved noise where your eyes grow lighter as the day progresses until you can (sometimes) barely see in the evenings when before you used to run without fear through the blackest black. … Continue reading Like a Bell, Tolling
Once upon a time… they were folded wings, going all along her back, in silver and white patterns huge and multicolored and beautiful this tattoo had taken a few weeks to complete a lot of pain but it had been worth it, in the end as she dreamed, she slept in her dream and … Continue reading I’m awake II
My body is waking up I knew because my mind was asleep, and my thoughts were groggy, but my limbs were awash with life and Movement. I look at the clock – it’s 3 am, why am I awake? Did something startle me? Was there a noise? Nothing stirs, nothing whispers. Even my curtains are … Continue reading I’m awake.