Two epiphanies falling into the salted tears Dreams can only carry beyond so many fears Wish I knew how I got here Wish I knew why for each step Wish I knew when none of it would matter Wish I knew how to hit the eject button The […]
The mirror never lies but it can be warped. The mirror can scream the truth but it can be ignored. The mirror can be negotiated with. There can be reprieves. There are talks to be had. What you want to see is what you get. It can help […]
Eventually the movie Raya gets to a goid mental health space. However, throughout the movie you are constantly clobbered over the head with the phrase that “you can’t trust anyone.” Everyone is capable of lying and seems to do so. Raya- the protagonist in a mystical world of […]
Another restless night with restless legs and a restless heart. Another tiresome day with tiring thoughts and a tiresome laugh. 10, 8, 80. Numbers are just numbers until they repeat and repeat some more. What’s the meaning of it all? Don’t want it anymore. The tears hurt the […]
There was a time, many moons ago, where I kept a journal of things I had learned that day or week or month. Admittedly, there were days when I felt like I hadn’t learned anything. This is contrary to what I tell my son. I tell him that […]
Every year, around this time, I ponder long and hard about my “word of the year.” Not for the year that is ending but for the year to come. By selecting a word for the new year, I hope to set its direction. I hope to frame my […]
Try to sleep. Feel tired. Exhausted. Mind racing. Knees sore. Legs twitchy. Stare at the ceiling. Don’t count sheep. Cannot see them. Think through should-have-been retorts. Laugh at the incredulous. Scene after scene. Thought after thought. Snippets. Looking for the one bright light. Fall asleep sitting. Wake up […]
From a young age, I’ve been a storyteller. I would perform on stage with my own stories or a Dickens story. Nowadays, everyone is a storyteller in some way or form. From Twitter, to Facebook, to Instagram you are curating a narrative. Those narratives are often short form. […]
The morning light is so dark The heart racing The eyes tired but can’t be shut The throat is tight The lips protruding Breathe in, Breathe out Count some more sheep Yet the ghosts linger and float about Not much to be done Supposedly there’s fun to be […]
Nothing during and coming out of this pandemic had stayed the same. Nor can it. Nor should it, necessarily. One thing that has changed for me, besides my level of cynacism, is my writing time and writing style. Like clockwork, everyday for more than five years, I always set […]
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