Immigrant

Immigrating the space between the underworld - and the place of the living Swimming in the Lethe Tethered to both boat and shore My muscles ache to do my biding Held back by the currents of invisible chains Ancient, abiding I let my oars soar as the wish of my wings Aching for freedom, hidden … Continue reading Immigrant

Autobiopsy

Named after the moon, ever changing Layered like an onion, which I hate Afraid of the freest and most beautiful live things to fly the Earth Walking metamorphosis, I am, yet there’s no relief Breaking out of my mind would be suicidal The paths I walk through my brain keep it in place Caressing every … Continue reading Autobiopsy

The Bite

But when the summer starts to bite it’s too late andI know that no amount of begging will bring back theHopeful blossoming coming out of the groundLike little stubs of hope that are too stubborn against the concreteAll things are meant to fall and failTo chaos everything must always returnBut I can’t be blamed for … Continue reading The Bite

Mind bug

I'm homesick as hell. My countdown to my first trip home in over a year - 16 days away - is now a question mark, hung in the stretching string of uncertainties sitting over all our heads right now. It's a 0, a "postponed until no one knows when". As a human, and therefore selfish, … Continue reading Mind bug

Hemispherical

At times, you leave me speechless, like when I gaze upon the tiny dots the colorful Christmas lights make against the rich velvety navy sky. They seem to sing, a slow ballad of winter that begs hey, look at me. I am pretty in a way even the bright colors of Autumn can't outshine.