The first step from the beach into the ocean always gives me goosebumps. There's always a deep tug in my heart, a longing so primal it could be a childhood memory or a feeling on its own, the need to be by the water. To think of it, imagine the sound of the waves, remember … Continue reading Minutiae
I screamed "danger, danger", though no one could hear me No one would hear me Because the truths we don't want to hear are just foreign words.
Never again an intangible whisper in the dusk, or on the breeze of night
What am I running from? ...Or what am I running towards?
But here is my goal- To live a life in defiance of time, man-made phenomenon, dictator of opportunities.
For someone who loves words, and loves telling stories There are very few secrets I want to keep Only a few moments I'd like to keep to myself Not that many memories I put in the little music box. For some things when shared are ruined They wilt when they are exposed to the surface … Continue reading Why must you speak in riddles
The huge stretch of road ahead of you is pacific, straight, level. I've found it's usually calmness that elicits reflection. You are the solar powered car driving across the country, with a defined place of origin paraded around the back and the front - you can never really deny where you come from, I've found. I … Continue reading Alternating Current
June 18th 2017 was a beautiful sunny afternoon and the sun shone indifferently through the wispiest clouds. I remember the sky that day - deep piercing blue, radiant, untouchable. Not giving a shit. I dropped my best friend off at the airport and in his hug I already felt the tears coming; he had helped … Continue reading Thanks for the memories
Just like that: one moment you were there, the next you weren't
Sometimes I find myself being shy about my words