Open to suggestions on a titleThe trees mourn in the last days of a dying summer. They stand strong and brave-faced in late August, Masking the brief chill of the nights with heavy green coats, All pretending the sun is not slowly slipping away. Then comes the denial of early... See More »
I search for youI am tired of this world Tired of searching faces In hopes that I’ll see you looking back at me I need you now Appear I know that there is more than this This dream that I keep getting pulled back into With out you Why torment me Why show me... See More »
The gift of glassWe exhausted ourselves by alway hiding, Now left with little energy remaining to show us, We long to be discovered and to be seen, For just one other human soul to know us. We ache to be witnessed by the mirror, To share the burden of our... See More »
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 » (1)
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 »
