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Enslaved on her skin:

beasts painted with fireworks

charged to guard her sin.



Language of fingers,

whispers in the wood, secrets;

the soul still lingers.



A thin glaze, thinning;

wasted tea leaves on a creek

drifting, dimming scent.


The wrong choice.

Perplexed and uncanny I stand all lost

The dimming away light hampers my vision

Darkness engulfing every inch of the surroundings

Surprisingly enough my heart beats have no revision… 145 more words


Liminal Space

“…wherever you are is called Here, and you must treat it as a powerful stranger.”     – from Lost by David Whyte

It’s an in-between space. A threshold. 209 more words


Do you know...

how it feels to put a period on something that is making you smile?

It’s like jumping over the edge of a cliff, surrounded by the vastness of ocean, 11 more words


Lost in thought.

I sit in silence most days. Sometimes staring at the screen, sometimes staring out into space, just thinking. So what do I think about?

I think about the things I need to do. 308 more words

Life Lessons