The life of a creative is comical, cathartic, and chronically chaotic. Oftentimes, I wonder whether there’s a way out of this kind of life. No two days are the same. Mondays are always novel—there is something to look forward to after slow Sunday afternoons, and there is little dread in the trepidation of thinking aboutContinue reading “Sink or Swim”
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Silliness in the Sun
I wonder what it is like For kids to laugh and play, And unreservedly scream and shout At the top of their little lungs, As they race each other to a finish line. To be so carefree and without worry— Remind me what that is like, To be childlike in an unfair world Of littleContinue reading “Silliness in the Sun”
Special Day
Today was just an ordinary day. One like any other. But today’s date is special. As I gloss over the date I celebrate, I remember my brother is another year older. Of course, he’s not at home—out with his girlfriend and shared loved ones, I presume. And I’m glad he gets to enjoy today, notContinue reading “Special Day”
I Remember You
It was just a regular Thursday night, and the first time I’d ever told you that I needed you. I found myself ashamed that I couldn’t hold it together, crying to you over the phone. I remember you. As emotions ran high, when the shock and frustration kicked in, my first thought was to figureContinue reading “I Remember You”
Light a Spark
I envy the men who can be gentle with their words and still have the privilege of being heard. You were given grace. And somehow, you have commanded respect from your peers, not needing to rely on aggression. Never needing to repeat yourself, and never having to justify every idea to them. I envy you.Continue reading “Light a Spark”
Equinox
The rain comes and goes in droves of cats and dogs, ushering in longer days as the seasons change. Today is the day when perfect balance between light and dark is achieved. And each hemisphere sees the sun equally. On this day, what is it that you hope to achieve? Still, the internal battle continuesContinue reading “Equinox”
Half Asleep
How much time has gone by since my body has been fully awake? No matter night or day, something has felt amiss. I wish I knew the reason for these droopy eyelids and for my consciousness, adrift in this strange state of half-conscious suspension. There would be something to blame if I knew. Still, IContinue reading “Half Asleep”
Rewired
What happens when life comes at you Like a baseball bat to the body, Dangerously rearranging your insides As if it were mismatched clockwork cogs? Your body is brought to its feet, Still upright and standing, Badly battered and bruised—The scars remind you that you are alive. Yet they don’t see the damage And whatContinue reading “Rewired”
The space between dreams and nightmares
I have a lot of nightmares. They come and go as they please, only serving to bring me suffering in my wake. But it’s not like killer clowns chase after me in nightmares of animated horrors. No, my dreams are never like Stephen King novels. Rather, they resemble the real world a little too closelyContinue reading “The space between dreams and nightmares”
Cold Fingers
I sat at my computer for the first time in a long time, wondering when I last had a moment just to myself. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the comfort of rest once more. In the middle of winter, I foolishly chose a yellow tee over a flannelette and allowed distractions to takeContinue reading “Cold Fingers”
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