measured words. carefully picked; placed, as fragile things are.
i wish i knew how to feel warmth upon my shoulders- when my mind swears i'm dying a slow death.
Do you like yourself? Excuse me? Do you like yourself? ; the question echoed accusatorily. She could feel herself recoil at the question even as she dared herself to calm- to breathe - to breathe. The breath she drew stuck pins in her chest through her back and she knew she was falling … Continue reading untitled (10)11/03/17
i've collected a collage of tan-lines. i've collected the sun. i've made moments with old, made new friends and missed some. i've eaten so much tom yum. i bought books today- instead of doing touristy things. i've had interesting conversations about life; future; and everything in between. i've arted and felt both content and empty … Continue reading last hours in bangkok.
listening to the hum the steady, streaming, breathing of the city. people with eyes that watch both the surface and the unspoken parts like learning the rules to a game for the first time. hands, laughs, eyes- that firmly take and keep a certain sense of focus. the city and its coming and going people … Continue reading the city *
that perhaps, you're the light in a barren wasteland. but not my lands because mine hrive and up andunder and over with the green of the work- the toilage and the drips of sweat that has salted the earth to raise that green. … Continue reading luminary
Compassion: Baby, baby you in there? I push open the door, the music blasting penetrating the walls of the apartment… I enter the room and there you are with your back to me, her leg in your hand. I want to say you’re kissing which indeed you are but I can imagine how her lips … Continue reading when things happened
a sight, the day you spooned and placed all this life within me, and fed me the spirit to never falter though i lay crooked at this table. a spirit and a promise to keep it going and know there's soul where the warmth, the food of your faith lands as it hits my soul. … Continue reading a life | 28/09/16 – 23:12
the stretch of the soul when it breaks and hangs, dregs in the branches. hoping and looping several times through the split tendrils of itself. frayed; stretching in a hope. the stretch. the unspoken stretch.