synchronicity

A stillness settles around me in the wake of the heartache that follows the end of a temporary affair. It isn't the end of days, but I don't know if its better when you know everything you did wrong. Then again, I suppose I might be addicted to the thrill of self sabotage or maybe … Continue reading synchronicity →

van gogh

My grandma's house was in the middle of nowhere. She lived on the same plot of land that her parent's had lived on. With my grandpa, they built their own house next door. They were surrounded by corn and her parents. I always loved her house. She had one of those rooms, most grandma's have, … Continue reading van gogh →

depression

My depression is like when my skin feels like a prison. It's boney fingers clasp around my ankles and drag me down so far the only voice I can hear is hers. She's a bitch. She's married to anxiety and together, we enjoy threesomes. and then sometimes its like maybe this is fine. I met … Continue reading depression →

time

I walk between worlds accumulating outliers that drift on outskirts closer to the center, than I can reach on my own. Confirm my normality, embrace the dissonance of the configuration that compiles this shape of human. I'm an east coast sunrise, an erratic display of golden light dancing on the Atlantic, and the skies extraordinary … Continue reading time →

sunlight

For years, I was prisoner in a cell that wasn't locked. I held on desperately, to the shackles given to me as justification of anger, and of bitterness. I held everyone accountable for every trespass, and sin made against and to me. I screamed for justice! Because how could someone treat someone as insignificant, and … Continue reading sunlight →

existential purposes

My breath lingers in the frozen air, and snow dampens the noise. I contemplate what it means to be. I guess that's the question, didn't Shakespeare say? I don't know what I want anymore. I'm cornered between, finding purpose, and accepting the possibility that, maybe there isn't any. Someone asked me isn't that a liberating … Continue reading existential purposes →

somedays

Somedays, I wake up and my bed feels like a cloud that has absorbed everything of me. I'm weightless in the stillness and the silence of the morning. Somedays, I'm so excited to experience the day I can't wait to leave the comforting embrace of my bed. Somedays, the chill in the air seeps into … Continue reading somedays →

writing

I'm at another roadblock for writing. I'm unsure what to write about today. I think it's easy to get discouraged with writing because some days you sit down and stare at the page or the screen and it's like... I like bread. Do you like bread? Let's eat bread. No one wants to read that … Continue reading writing →

miles davis

A singular trumpet plays with a piano echo and a stand up bass moving forward. I'm in your apartment in a hazy cloud left over from the night staring out the window. It's winter in the city, the snow is falling on the Detroit River and the trumpet plays on. I can still remember the … Continue reading miles davis →