There is something innately peaceful abouta snowy field in the middle of the night.You can really hear your thoughts,hear them sync up with the pulse of the universe. I look out across the roaming vista,inhaling the frigid air into my icy lungsI am both exactly where I should be,and somehow, nowhere at all. The windContinue reading “love letter to the universe”
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on mental health
On my good days I am like sunshine extending out to reach the farthest corners. On my bad days I am like fog overwhelming, thick, impossible to navigate through. On my best days I am certain that I am cherished beyond measure that everyone who loves me does so unyieldingly. On my worst days IContinue reading “on mental health”
wildfire girl
She is a wildfire,who doesn’t care who she burns downon her quest to self-destruct. A raging fire can be a beautiful thing,so full of life and yetit so savagely destroys, as well. Her flames burn crimson red and deep ochre,even violent blue, not a solemn blue,though sometimes it may seem so. Sadness can be destructiveContinue reading “wildfire girl”
dream sequence
What dreams do know,as they float about,we sleep softly andyet, our heads are in places much remote. A sigh, a toss, a turn,reliving ones lossin the dark of nightit’s hard to know what’s wrongwhat’s right? These dreams do lie,and play their tricksthey dangle promises on our lipsso that when we wakethe sweetest painjust to haveContinue reading “dream sequence”
the monsters in us all
How easy it is for us to bemoan our own hardships, the hurts and betrayals that have been done onto us, what about the terror we enact on others? To live without fault is near impossible, if not entirely so. Each of us comes away from this life scathed and scathing. It is effortless toContinue reading “the monsters in us all”
wherefore for art thou, existence?
Perhaps just to be sentient is enough. Does life need a purpose or meaning, or is it enough to just be? Is BEING, consciousness, experience, enough to be worth it? In this moment, it feels like it is. To experience life, to feel it, and not only that, but to influence it. Your existence, noContinue reading “wherefore for art thou, existence?”
untitled screenplay: act 1 scene 1
Fade in: We see a worn wooden floor. The camera pans up slowly to reveal the darkened insides of a cabin, a snowy mountain range can be seen in silhouette outside the window. ELIJAH, a man who values his privacy and seclusion, sits in front of a small, wood fireplace. MAX, a white, fluffy, dogContinue reading “untitled screenplay: act 1 scene 1”
reflections
As the year draws to a close, I can’t help but reflect on all that has transpired and all that I’ve learned. One of the most important lessons I’ve learned this year is how to walk away from people and situations that are toxic or not serving a positive purpose. When I think back toContinue reading “reflections”
escapism
Can you feel it? The call, the call to the unknown. The urge to run to flee to frolic to just fucking go. I hear the wind and I close my eyes and I imagine myself light as air, floating through time and space just going, somewhere else, some other time. I feel restless allContinue reading “escapism”
Lettre D’amour pour le Ciel
*reads a bit of Baudelaire & thinks she can write poems in french* Shout out to google docs for editing this for me. I don’t think I’ve ever written in french outside of school and maybe the occasional instagram caption so don’t roast me too hard… Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais quelquefois,mon attention seraitContinue reading “Lettre D’amour pour le Ciel”
pretty words for wicked girls 