To love and love again

Love is a blanket always warm on the coldest days of winter, able to steer the infliction of self away from the damage of the heart. It is the beaming light streaking across the library floor, pooled in the corner of floating dust and worn pages of bound books held together by the oil ofContinue reading “To love and love again”

A thought on “Validation” in internet use

I hear the word validation a lot, thrown around casually, or not so casually in conversations centered around trauma. While I am not trying to downplay the importance of others recognizing and accepting the truth of their perception of events, I have issues with the oversimplification of the feelings centered around the term validation, andContinue reading “A thought on “Validation” in internet use”

Footprints

The night is too long for the drooping moon, I tell you. We lay in the grass, scratching against our backs.  You laugh at me and we spend the night talking to the trees and the air, listening to the words in between. Dawn climbs up the horizon and we hang to each other, unableContinue reading “Footprints”

Burn to nothing

There are many interesting studies that delve into the emergence of anxiety and depression in early childhood, ending in the finding that trauma informs the subconscious or inner child to later develop mental disorders.  Others conclude that the seed is within us from the day we are born. The debate warring and wrestling with theContinue reading “Burn to nothing”

Slipping on daydreams

Where I have fallen into daydreams and fantasies parallel to the world I do not live in, it leaves me in such a stupor that I awaken from it with an unshakeable sadness. To fall and fall is to batter the corners of my mind until I slowly unfurl. The beckoning promises of dreams isContinue reading “Slipping on daydreams”

The Wilds

I dream of wildernesses so green, it burns the back of my eyes. Of emeralds deep and lush, sinking into the shades of the world to be an overlooked mystery. Of delicate ferns overlapping one another like sheer lace, each leaf spread into a duplicated nervous system of creatures passed that have escaped human eyesContinue reading “The Wilds”

The Analytical Creative: A Thought on Writing

Art is such a subjective term. I mostly consider my writing shit scraped out of my brain, rather than “art.”  So application of such a term to my creations seems negligible to me. However, I am influenced by the literal definitions of art as it is consumed in the vast rhetoric of the population, whichContinue reading “The Analytical Creative: A Thought on Writing”

Karma is a Bitch, but Not in the Way you Think

Every karmic cycle is like a candle burned to the wick; fighting to stay lit in the chaos of the world. It is one belief that tricks the mind with illusions of everything good, banquets of love filled to the brim of the sweetest treats. Temperance to understand and to rule the wailing soldiers longContinue reading “Karma is a Bitch, but Not in the Way you Think”

Midnight Walker

I wonder in what lucid dream I will find that moving shadow, merging with the cracks of everything forgotten in-between. The dreams that sink too deeply leave me unsettled whenI wake but they are the closest I come to truth.   When I first felt it, I stood in the half floated school of my childhood.Continue reading “Midnight Walker”