Placid
A gentle breeze becomes a bellowing wind. The air is dirty and difficult to breathe. Dust devils dancing within the calamity. I am standing still.
Measured
I am fixated on a situation from long ago. That moment has become the standard of measure. Balance of thought consumed by the trauma. The scale unfairly weighs.
Behind Me
I struggle to sleep. Relaxation and empty thoughts are what I need. I want to dream again. I wander across the moments in my journal, looking for the turning point […]
20-20
I watched the dawn with optimism — my hope for sunny days laid out in my dreams. I can feel my spirit contradict my desires because the world’s touch is […]
Norms
Bad days. Chaos polluting my air. Anxiety restricting my common sense. I am hoping for the better, fighting to prevent the worse.
Midnight
Sanity is slipping — an urge to be unseen — wishes cast into an empty well
After Party
I waited for an angel. Time was ticking. They seated me with demons. Alone with my thoughts. The night lingered with a hefty price. It’s midnight, and the house is […]
Passing the Time
Defining moments scratched along the surface of unblemished tissue. Each pockmark flowed like printed stories etched since the beginning of time connecting a journey between fate and destiny. We witnessed the […]
Tsunami
They told me the water was beautiful. I believed the lie. I couldn’t fathom the depth. I was in over my head.
Passing Through
Our desires on the edge of perception, the fearless hide their inhibition. The tears fall unseen. The pain of redemption is so poignant; the push is inexplicable. Soon, these days […]
Gently
My twisted path. The weight of every step left a deep impression. Every way I took led to a dark revelation. I must gently find my horizon.
Night
Another day darkened. My heart is full of apprehension. My questions answered with silence. I am wandering in the night. I am hoping to find my center.
Leper
I reached out to God for deliverance. He would not answer. I offered my soul to the Devil in exchange for freedom. He would not take it.
Plain Sight
Morning revelations, illuminating the cracks along the fragile lines.
Restoration
We were wandering; Journey we made, complicated. New path, simplified.
A Little Different
waning crescent moon something new is approaching inconceivable
