Eternity Forever — Cherry Blossom
Fall to the floor, float to the ceiling. The pressure swells, the room will grow. Sorry I've lost myself in the stars tonight. I might just need to borrow spare pair of eyes. All I see is you with me.
Welp. I'm gonna start trying something new for days like today where I'll be a little too busy to make a real post. Listening to music while I write is very important to me so I thought it'd be cool to share some of the songs I jam out during my writing process. Cleverly, I'm… Continue reading Write Tunes — Yours and Nobody Else’s
A kaleidoscopic scene of hope, joy, fear, and rage in constant resistance with itself, refusing to engage in any sort of peace. You watch the hues shift from reds to blues. Puffs of white mingle in the sapphire and the emerald and you find a closeness to it all as you rummage through the earth… Continue reading Earthbound
Trigger happy as I stare at the stars, blasting holes in the clouds and drawing pictures with gunpowder. So far the smoke from my fingertips leaves only more smog for the slaughter. The constellations came some time after, perfectly hidden behind the firearm and the fog. It's written in the sky, I would bring about… Continue reading The Firearm and the Fog
Had some trouble getting out of my mind last week. Had a bad sinus infection and an accompanying sinus headache for the better part of the week so it was really hard to concentrate. BUT I made a lot of headway as far as the end game of the novel is concerned. Ironed out some… Continue reading On the Horizon
Falling through dream after dream with no end in sight, I lost control of my imaginings and they killed me for it. Over and over like it was all pretend. With each death comes a rewind to endeavor a different way. A sick game of my own making so I surrender my reservations and let… Continue reading Try Again
Reality is the whisper that weighed me down to the tune of innocence in a terminal tale. I breathe in the fear of that long slumber and find serenity in the truth with beauty in its wake. Under the broken sun and the rippled sky it's hard to tell whether or not I've cried.
A memory in lamplight, the clarity in the blur of little lights giving rise to that spark you lost long ago. You remember that night under the stars when you made yourself scarce. Not because you couldn't go home, but looked up and realized that you're not alone. Remember those fireflies, those tiny lives and… Continue reading Of Fireflies
Knowing where I am by knowing where I've been. I let the waves take me where I need to go even though I can't swim. And I look to the stars for freedom and bliss. I see what lies ahead by looking backward and feeling the warmth of progress so that one day soon I… Continue reading Wayfinding