I wax poetic about everything. My life, the state of the world, politics… it adds the glimmer of hope to every dark corner, reminds me that shadows are vehicles of the light. My mornings are times of great struggle and exhaustion pulls at my every thought though the day. I’m only in my second trimester, the time when literally what… Read more →
Month: November 2015
I miss fireflies.
When I get engrossed in a good book or a good film/show, the thoughts plug in as if into a different reality. These timelines and people become my world for a brief period as if I am entranced in the very bodily experiences of those in front of me presented before my mind. The development of the character entangles directly… Read more →
Pain and struggle. Step back.
It’s a theme of struggle in my life… Having endless stories bubbling forth, the desire to document the feelings and moments so ephemeral into concrete ideas to be shared in open communication, so easily understood that the masses even get the moral of the story, the feeling ushered into the moments around reading what I write and output to be… Read more →