We are all creatures of darkness. We never truly see the light until we await our arrival upon this world. Even before our conception we await as a figment of imagination from our mother or father, years before we walk on this Earth. Or so they say. It amazes me when people speak in such
Time to wake up and stop following a dream. I’ve heard the constant phrase being thrown at me and with the desire to rush to fulfill my heart’s content, I remained asleep. It is easy to quote such a tale or be told by those who already have reached their own “dreams”. But what about
Kill me not with soft words from such lips. Having my soul engulfed by invigorating touch that reaches the long, forgotten, beating heart. Keep me buried if I am but a passing wind in a season of one’s choosing. I have yielded to such a cause that men seem to fall victim to. Why has
The piercing light hit my eyes and caused me to cover my face. I woke to the blinding radiance of the sun. After moments of being dazed I looked out at the world. I was regaining my composure. I sat up and looked on as the clouds parted and drifted over the scenery before me.
Bury me in a world of empty silence and it shall echo a resounding peace. Never wavering joy of unmatched darkness. Pulling depth to see an endless abyss caught by our gaze. Such space and time in infinite hold. The ever awaiting welcome, o death
Just stop!!! Take a deep breath….exhale. You’re ok….everything will be ok… Feel better? No? Well, just know that’s it ok to not feel better. The truth is that there will be many times where things don’t go your way. 28 years. This is the amounted time I’ve been on this beautiful, marble-like planet. In this
Your phone is your friend. Your social media is your friend as well. The love and hate relationship we build upon these common topics in today’s age. I remember writing about my detox and my departure from social media. I even remember the times I had no “smartphone”. A 17-year-old without a phone except for
I’ve wanted to touch the ocean of stars. My dream was made a reality when I looked into your eyes. Light flickering upon the gems in reflection as you hold my gaze. Take me through space and time to worlds never seen or imagined. Year’s stretched as we explore the endless orbit of love. Race
Where do we go from here? Your mind remains restless upon years of emotions and thoughts you believe you will not escape from. Time seems to be at a standstill and you remain glued to the notion that it will not get better. Jump 2 days into the future, a year, a decade, now what?