When the sky is all raindrops and fire, I promise to stand with you.
Hearty handfuls of everything here and now have well and truly clouded the system. Arteries are thick with the residues of satisfaction. The breath is now shallow. Tasting the sweetness of now has stolen from a true enjoyment of the atmosphere. The peripheral mind atrophies when it's allowed to dwindle in the somber swirls of … Continue reading The Fast
The forest is thick deep in the misty black. Footsteps echo among the forgotten leaves, the mighty pines hang boldly over the lair where the wolf pack roams. Never forget the pack. We cut our teeth on the remains of victory. In defeat we concur our inconsistencies. We run to the sound of … Continue reading Running With Wolves
We were all besides ourselves. A thick night had landed on our backs, all we had were our voices. I'll always be thankful for that, they served as a cadence to hope. There were familiar voices beneath that shadowy canopy, they echoed out giving us comfort while the strange ruckus of the night air tested … Continue reading Into the Night
I was challenged by my notion of passion. The thought caught me at an important part of my day, the moment when my alarm wakes me up for the first time. It's always the same, I feel a heaviness in my body, my eyes timidly sip in the light, and I'm met by … Continue reading Wake Up Call.
Moulded in the toughest moments, your decision will find its voice. There incisions will multiply in effect when applied with experience, that itself is earned through bad decision. The spoils of war can be fickle if the battles were void of venture, sterile with stencils yet tested, with what ifs unanswered. Go bravely into battle. … Continue reading Forged in Fire
I found him, Hiding behind a banner of his newest constructions, scared of his own nature. Why did the child feel he had to be old before his time? Castrated by the perception of perfection, let's lay that myth to rest! He has volleyed so much life, yet let his palms soften and grow sterile … Continue reading Breaking the Levy
It's all well and good writing all day, I love it. Spending hour after hour picking apart and piecing together these word pictures. If I could, I would live inside these patiently woven word capsules and never catch sight of day. Words tend to take me places, crazy places where mystery meets magic and the … Continue reading Passing Time
Dear Someday, I hope this letter reaches you. I meant to tell you all this in person but something came up, as it always does. I'm sorry. I promise, Someday, well meet. I always talk about you. I think your name has stained my lips with a promise and its made for colourful conversations. I talk … Continue reading Someday
Where is this all coming from? I'm not talking about the home of my thoughts, not that labyrinth, heavy with winding passages. Rather, where am I writing this from, Step into my office. I was told it's important for a writer to have a writing space, a place to sit and single mindlessly focus on … Continue reading Step Into My Office