a collection of pieces of writing
It has been happening lately that when I try to find an answer to a subjective question, instead of looking in the outside world (which feels hopelessly insufficient), I start to write about it and tend to find exactly what I’m hunting. Maybe it’s the inner wisdom we can tap into if only we try,…
Sometimes so much happens at the same time that everything seems to go still. Or maybe just you do. Things people said gnaw at you and you know those things will consume you if you let them. So you ignore them. When you think about it you try to convince yourself that their intentions were…
Sometimes you have to fence off a place inside yourself where you can safely keep the thoughts, desires, plans, dreams that are precious to you. And you have to be sure that you don’t put them in the midst of people who you already know are unable to comprehend them in the way that they…
i thank goodness for cold grey wet dreary days like today for days like these do not employ naked sunshine and golden warmth to somehow lure me towards the outdoors and days like these let my favourite thing to do be the ideal thing to do which somewhat invariably involves sitting at odd angles in…
i shall imagine life is not worth dying,if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed’s a rose,roses(you feel certain)will only smile ~ E. E. Cummings
their thick vacant congruity said much more than they wanted to unbridled bodies belied the nonchalance of their words they didn’t mean for us to see the sparks he touched her on the arm we knew
tiny worlds held together by their tightly wound little selves that exist nowhere and nothing outside of themselves does either words glimmer solely as mirrors to their enormous beings that tower over the tired futility of wordsmiths and feelings are mere moments in a triumphant globe of disconnection and pools of reflection that reject all…
