Sometimes when I sit and close my eyes I go to a place That feels like a warped vortex Expanding infinitely While at the same time holding me tight Almost like a womb Not that I quite remember what the womb felt like Yet at the same time I do I think it felt like … Continue reading
The spring wind caresses Embodied with the remnants of autumn’s past And I weep rainbows As it whispers Release into me Only through passing Does every moment come Continue reading
Red turns into yellow Yellow melds into gold Deeper and deeper The paths begins to unfold Volcanic ashes Jupiter air All the turmoil Yet nothings there Deep within The path is clear Guided by a compass That beats beats beats So unassuming So clear Continue reading
A bird with a wing A wing that’s been broken And it’s healed. It healed while holding tight Tight against itself. An inward hug Turned into a subconscious shield. Years removed it now soars Higher than before With a self-assured ease But even still, The wing holds tight A scar internalized But hugs turn constricting … Continue reading
