It’s no wonder that a force as relentless, wonderful, and strong as falling in love is a mirror to my innermost complexities.
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Each and Every Instance
If there is anything love has made me, it is better through each and every instance. Platonic, familial, and romantic. Or, simply for the sake of recognizing it. Whether shared in communion, or in the comfort of a pet. In any medium, art and creation. Love has surely caused me to be better for it.Continue reading “Each and Every Instance”
Time
“Time is one of the greatest teachers, if only we surrender to pay attention.”
Image: “ether” by Stephanie Valentin
tectonic plates
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You Are Never Too Far From the Rise or Setting of the Sun
In retrospect, I was never quite satisfied with my existence. I always craved change—differences in the seemingly mundane. At times, I was unsure of said alterations’ natures and origins. I assumed transformation required an external catalyst. It wasn’t until recently that I realized progress begins within. There is infinite power which follows the understanding ofContinue reading “You Are Never Too Far From the Rise or Setting of the Sun”
new stardust
garden when i am away from him, my claw-marked burdens suffocate me deeply with no remorse or pardon. when we meet again, he gently soothes them to silence and sings me lullabies within my garden. new stardust my routines have been shaken. i am willingly living unrehearsed. changing right before my open eyes, i writeContinue reading “new stardust”
Protected: serene: February 2021
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The Jack of All Spin: A Collection of Poetry
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Ending: March 3rd, 2020
Sometimes, loves are short lived. A spark is ignited as quickly as it goes out. Other times, love burns so agonizingly slow, prolonging until the very last ash has blown away. The story will write itself until each party has absolutely nothing left to give. You go along your separate paths, but keep the memoriesContinue reading “Ending: March 3rd, 2020”
snow day
i recall age 8 nostalgia emerges in a way as i observe the unique flakes landing swimmingly into place i will always seek out whimsicality even if some parts unfold tragically alike to the frozen patterns, i dance magically and acknowledge sweet nothings in my reality
