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
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Almost As Good
He sang into that mic and hit a series of notes that gave her full body shivers. How lucky she was that music affects her this way, that she could immerse herself so deeply into a song. And how a song can evoke memories so clear and sharp she can almost smell the cologne he … Continue reading Almost As Good
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
A Distraction
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
She’s Everything
She was a girl whose laugh played at the wind's heart strings that produced a melody that shamed the birds, they couldn't duplicate it. A girl whose eyes glittered so brilliantly that the sun became jealous and the clouds had to run and obscure it, getting burned and evaporated for the sake of her eyes. … Continue reading She’s Everything
I’m awake.
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.
Musings on Dreams
Do we dream every night and simply forget what our minds invented for nights at a time? Or are dreams little gifts that are given to us so that we may grasp them and cherish them? Sleep is a state of being in which all of our myriads of ideas and creativity are milling about … Continue reading Musings on Dreams
Write Then & There 