With each fleeting moment, I am confronted by what is, and what isn’t. This is seemingly a colloquial thought, one might argue that the things we see and feel are meant to be and that’s it. If we allow ourselves to reach beyond our psyche and tap into unprecedented knowledge, it may become more feasible … More Therefore I am
“I think; therefore I am”—René Descartes Who am I? who sees when I see? who hears when I hear? who knows when I’m aware? Who am I? who watches my dreams when I am dreaming? Who feels love when I feel love? whose hair turns white when I’m gripped by fear? … More Who am I?
We don’t have to brave a fight to heal Tomorrow is a new day but today is war we bear the heat of uncompromising terror, press play on life set actions into motion our lovers become foes Happiness is subjective balance is trivialized Darkness leads to a fathomless abyss of bliss, or disillusion Man … More Unresolved
We thought we could escape our troubles. We thought if we climbed the ladder fast enough, no one would stop us. Across the bed from him, I sat. “I like you, I really do.” He blushed, licked his lips and placed a palm on my thigh. I liked that. I shut my eyes and … More The tunnel
Shut the doors behind you what I’m about to say, no one else can hear. These are not my memories, it is just my subconscious showing me the deep and twisted projections I fear, yet hold onto. The farther it is in time, the less I seem to recall the darkness, that all too familiar … More Understanding Psychosis
There’s a thin line between genius and depression….. Many a night, my mind wanders to these thoughts while I toss and turn around the edge of my bed, fluffing and re-fluffing my pillow and tapping my device in every hour. Perhaps, there is some sort of correlation between owning your truth and the lack of … More Thin Line
That one over there, She doesn’t really talk much you know; just sits there, scribbling into that ugly notebook pretending to read meaning into the life’s essence. There has to be a reason; probably not a good one. The sun rays splash across my face, beating me with heat as I lay in my hammock, a smile … More Zenitude