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”
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”
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”
When my family and I lived in a studio apartment, one corner assigned to each family member, I would walk downtown with my sisters to a local coffee shop. This was shortly before school started and the northern climates were much cooler than the desert west of Texas we were used to. At night, aContinue reading “Nostalgia”
It carves a path in the hidden pockets where swaths of trees stick together, rings of ivy and moss crawling up rocks and toppled over trunks, and spring flowers bloom between belts of sagebrush.
Subject to become more extensive: Go deep sea fishing Ghost hunting Get lost in a labyrinth Fight god Live on a houseboat Hate living on a houseboat Go to Tim Hortons Dance in a field of flowers in another country while embodying the emotions from The Sound of Music Become an intern for a ghostContinue reading “Bucket List”
I found an old journal entry that I’m reminded of every year as summer looms and it goes as follows: I’m still working through the whirlwind of emotions this week has brought. My tears bring me too much comfort and I refuse to speak my anxieties into existence today, so they will not be written.Continue reading “A Thought on Rain”