There's what it is Then there's what I see There's what it could or should be And there's what shall never be Between all the what ifs and would haves Lies me. Lies down. Lies to myself. Tangled up in the rich vines of my imagination- Self reliant, so dependent Upon the destination When my [...]
Do you ever feel like nothing is real? I do. And it drains me so much I find myself retracting like a spring suddenly gone stiff, brittle. It's jumping from well to well but rather than fishing up some water I find only a demanding hole, eating up what I have to offer until I [...]
I only know what silence sounds like-
Repeat to yourself: I am not a conquistador. I do not need conquests to establish my value. Holy hell I am not the United Kingdom and I do not need India or the Americas. I have my own land and it is enough. Why must I seek more? It's like it's pre-programmed into my mind [...]
What are you seeking?
Not asymptotes, not perpendicular lines, but sine and cosine waves -- continuously overlapping and coming into each other's lives.