There exists in me so many versions, “duality” doesn’t seem to cover it. Yet, I guess anything can be broken down into binaries…I am many versions of myself. I am all sorts of confluencing parts & pieces, so often seemingly at odds, by their very nature. I worry I am both too smart and notContinue reading “Discourse on Duality”
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what doesn’t kill you
Grief is a big feelingthat comfortably stretches out over timeexpanding & contractingunable to be contained She will consume you if you let herthe deep dark cavernous hallsshe’ll show you deep inside The fire burnsbut does she devour inwards or outwardswhat is life without suffering,the perfect partner to pleasure My tears they fall like rainand yetContinue reading “what doesn’t kill you”
reflections on being
I struggle to write the right thing,always concerned with if I sounddeep enough, consumable enoughlike, would I like this if I read it on instagram? Is it relatable enough? Trendy enough?Did I reference the right thing? Do I have the right problems?Or is it just obvious and contrived. Is this my inner critic?Or a glimpseContinue reading “reflections on being”
dangerous liaisons (the best friend)
There’s a first time for everything, I guess. I never imagined there would be a first time for this though. As I lay in bed, watching the morning light streaming through the haphazard blinds, casting lazy shadows on the hardwood floor, I couldn’t help but flash back to scenes of last night. How could somethingContinue reading “dangerous liaisons (the best friend)”
colour theory
I don’t know what it is for youbut for me it’s music. You know what I meanthat thing that brings you back to a memory No, to a feeling. You crawl into a new skinor really, an old skin. A phase or a versionof who you once were. All that, contained in a lyric, orContinue reading “colour theory”
in my dreams
I’ve been dreaming about you what can I say, you twinkle and dance around my thoughts like nothing, like everything. My memories drip and burn with you I feel you on my skin when I wake up I spend my day consumed with trying to figure out the snippets of unreality all that I’m leftContinue reading “in my dreams”
have you ever met a woman?
Have you ever met a womanwho brings light and joy to everything she touchesbut somehow also keeps your feet on the ground? She knows when to hold your handand when to wag her fingeryet either way you know she’s beside you. Some may simply call this a friendsome may say that’s familythey’re missing the point,Continue reading “have you ever met a woman?”
rust and stardust
All we are is stars & everything in betweenthe whole universe in an atom& here we are walking around made of many. Can you stand on the ledge of everything & feel lucky?Infinite possibilities lie before you.And here you are! Here! Now! Oh how the stars conspireoh how they shine! On my worst days, IContinue reading “rust and stardust”
inescapable waves
Everyone knows that at the depths of despair, grief is all consuming like you’re drowning in the middle of the ocean with out a soul in sight or a harbour to call home, but what about the waves, that come later and later, fewer and farther apart, less of an impact but they’ll knock theContinue reading “inescapable waves”
“suicide” is not a dirty word
Meghan’s interview has got me thinking,reflecting on my own experiences& the human experience. Watching people argue & analyzewhether or not she meant itor is just being dramatic, trying to garner sympathy. I can’t help but see the parallels to my own story.My whole life I’ve been toldmy big feelings make other people uncomfortable. I shouldContinue reading ““suicide” is not a dirty word”
pretty words for wicked girls 