I AM SO TIRED. So tired I cannot feel the ground beneath me. So tired I cannot see the horizon. What do you do when even the promise of rest feels like a lie? (Or worse—another task to fail.)   There is light, faint and trembling, on the periphery. A…

Chaos or control Longing or loosing Heart and soul Confusing or choosing Flatness or madness Selections or rejections Tears of laughter and sadness Being pulled in multiple directions   Breathing breathing Releasing and believing That we contain multitudes All our moods and inner interludes That parts of us are finite…

Love is connection Love is a place to share affection Love is a home Love is space to roam Love can be without direction Just a heart beating It can be fleeting or repeating Full of feeling and dreaming But what is it we’re seeking, Of this moment? In this…

The sea is an aesthetic persona, representing both storm and calm. With a soul as deep as the ocean’s depths, the Sea conceals an infinite calm beneath a surface of roaring waves. The sea’s exterior may be wild and unpredictable, but at its core, there is always a duality –…

A collection of worlds to be traveled as a Landscape Gradually dropping through layers of fear and overwhelm, slowly traveling through worlds, frozen memory lands of unsafety and hurt. I feel sorrow and discomfort as I travel. I am always alone when I am here. Somewhere between dreaming and waking…

Once upon a time The Translator, in the darkness, bade us ask ‘Hello heart! How are you?’ and Dog understood. And our heart replies these days: i am still aching healed, yes, longing, true stillness was the key tears to soothe sorrows gratitude to breathe -Dog

Once upon a time The Translator, in the darkness, bade us ask ‘Hello heart! How are you?’ and Dog understood. And our heart replies these days: i am still aching healed, yes, longing, true stillness was the key tears to soothe sorrows gratitude to breathe -Dog

Separate in reality The matter is with you You still feel it on your skin You feel it under your Skin It shows The weight of thoughts The energy they store Can memories live forever In the space between us? Does space dillute? Do the memories re-ignite? when the space…

Spreading Fire spread fire through my entire body.  Slowly and methodically burning my body,  while urging me to feed the flames with my own breath.  Leaving me as a pile of ashes from which a new self rose, stomping around in the ashes, eventually forming them into a question mark.…

With immense power, resistance dictates the energy exerted When resistance is too high, no energy will flow When resistance is lowered the only limits are the physical restraints When the initial resistance is too low the energy will shatter the physical In an explosion melting into and burning everything around…