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 […]
Dirty Napkin
Thoughts abbreviated. Plans enunciated. Lip stained.
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.
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
