Are you afraid..??I am out of my old shadow .. But we don't really know .. What will happen next? The thought of becoming myself again .. Taking off all my masks of joy and pain .. Like coming back from war it terrifies me. Being myself and meeting you, without... See More »
Some writings as I am moving forwards..A quick diary before I depart from St. Nicolas (protector of sailors and marine people) I am tired and scared but simultaneously I am strong and ready. I don’t know why, I do not know. We are all interconnected and we are all one, The jasmine... See More »
What We Tell Ourselves (title)I tell a lot of awful stories. Almost all of them are true. Does it matter that all of them came before I'd heard of you? I know that I can only save myself. That's not exactly breaking news. But is it so wrong to be grateful that someone says... See More »
The Unshared SpaceThe Unshared Space I only wanted a simple place to stand, A platonic bond, an open, steady hand. To share a laugh, a story, or a view, And build a casual friendship, true and new. I brought my warmth and left the hallway wide, With honest grace and... See More »
Draconic DemiseFire and smoke and ash: the giant wyrm’s exhaust, Diatomaceous, last of dragons, now his life was lost. Not to some errant knight or kingly paladin he, No, the last of all the dragons died—a pitiful sight to see. It wasn’t from the burning... See More »
We don't care about the titles, we care about the contentsReality (or more accurately the memory of it) is like a photograph,. The button clicks, The shutter closes. The light is pinned. And the image is etched. captured. Done. You own it (or at least that's the idea/hope). That glinting afternoon,... See More »
What we leave behind.I wonder and wander, through thoughts bleak and somber, As another grave is filled, Despite my heart still beating, The reapers entreating, That my life on this paper i spill. Rank and review repeatly, Rewound memories completely, My existence... See More »
