She pointed out the way I see the world… My views My reasoning She said I live in a dream Like wanting depth is naive Like the word love is a curse Like dreaming is dangerous Wanting more than the ordinary makes my mind wrong She was right My mind lives far from reality MyContinue reading “You fall for what feels almost real, almost enough”
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I think I’m becoming less afraid of death
Not because I understand it I don’t I probably never will But I take pride In my imagination How far it can stretch How wide it can wander How long it stays Where no one else is willing to stay And yet… I treated death like a wall As if my imagination Wild as itContinue reading “I think I’m becoming less afraid of death”
There is no reason in love
You don’t choose Not the moment Not the man You don’t choose Not in his goodness Not in his flaws You don’t choose You simply fall We are often told everything in life is fate But love Love is the only thing that escapes the script The only thing that defies fate It begins inContinue reading “There is no reason in love”
Only artists allowed in my house
Yes Writers Dancers Producers Storytellers Truth tellers I want them all When I become a parent? Best believe I am raising a tribe of loud, expressive, artistic little humans Only artists allowed in my house We are not prepping for board meetings We are not dreaming rockets to Mars We are writing monologues We are throwingContinue reading “Only artists allowed in my house”
No one was better than the other. No one played servant.
In an apartment found in the lively forest of Marawood lived Jerry Baboon and Lisa Jackal. They had just moved in together and were learning the delicate dance of sharing a home. Jerry had grown up watching Mama Baboon do all the cooking while Papa Baboon sat waiting, hands folded, for his hot and tastyContinue reading “No one was better than the other. No one played servant.”
Just not now
I think I can finally name it It’s not fear It’s not emptiness It’s love I want someone I can love I truly do Just…not now I’m not running from love I haven’t locked that door Just…not now Now? I’m learning I respect love too much to welcome it with confused hands Because when it’sContinue reading “Just not now”
Hand in Hand
Hand in Hand God My connection to You has not always been loud It has not always been clear Most times it’s quiet But somewhere in my heart You remain certain You have always been there I don’t know what it was Or what exactly changed But something stirred in me this weekend Something thatContinue reading “Hand in Hand”
He took that from me
I still remember the phone notes The simple poems you used to write It feels like such a long time ago I don’t remember the exact words Just… the feeling Back then, I thought they were silly I felt awkward reading them while you stood there watching But now I realize… it wasn’t the poemsContinue reading “He took that from me”
There is a stillness I feel only when I am lost in a story
There is a scene in Episode 3 of The Wife on Showmax that I do not think I will ever get over. At first, I did not understand why, but now I think I do. It speaks to a version of me I have not yet allowed myself to explore, a version I am tooContinue reading “There is a stillness I feel only when I am lost in a story”
What if tomorrow begins without me
Lying on my bed Drowning in thoughts of how life can be beautiful in the day Yet melt slowly into death at night I wonder why shadows feel like false promises of life I can’t help but thinkWhat if tomorrow begins without meMy life and death summed up in a single eulogy Forced to acceptContinue reading “What if tomorrow begins without me”
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