do ever fear the skeleton you try so hard to hide will wake up and leave the confines of your fragile body? take a breathe a walk straight through your skin. your insides walking around for all to see. every broken bone and blemish dancing to the sound of your voice.  do you ever wonder…

beneath the placid surface i float. suspended below the dark water, where i find my rest. this is peace. this is silence. no sound but the soft rolling and crashing of the waves above. i am removed and i am free. a beautiful isolation. nothing will find me here, though try they may i am…

my eyes scan the page from line to line. all the red letters blur and swirl through my vacant mind. like waves on the shore, they will crash against my skull and then quickly recede back to the pages they came from. the wind caresses my skin and dances in the treetops as i stand…

is it true that an entire ocean, in all it’s pride, could be bottled up inside one single shell? and then set free one day by the brave little girl or the curious little boy who has enough faith to put their ear to the shell? all uncontainable beauty aside, we cut down the jungle…

let’s call this is symbiotic relationship. we can’t abandon this photosynthetic process. my pupils dilate from the light of our love. i am the clock that eats at your skin. if you’re looking for protection, or maybe just confinement, i give you permission to crawl into my mouth. it’s more comfortable than a bodybag and…

life compressed in an ever shrinking space. line up and wait patiently. time is irrelevant now. this is the march that transcends borders, an indiscriminate procession that only requires the breath in your lungs. some limp wounded, some stumble blind. some are brave and walk alone. some claim to see through the clouds and some…

wait, there’s something going wrong here. i should have know, i should have seen the look in her eye. leaving a trail of scattered hopes in her wake. princess of a kingdom of vultures that feast on mankind. i can see the crown you wear so proudly, it was made with skin and bones. you…

“Under Construction. Please excuse our dust.”#quippy_little_musings

the sun sneaks through branches and steel bars.  -i wake up and eat in fear and anticipation of the creatures.  the sun uncovers its shy face.  -enter the hideous creatures.  the sun smiles overhead and gently caresses my back.  -the atrocious creatures form into one indistinguishable mob and utter in one deafening, foreign voice.  the…

drifting weightless in the sun kissed air. just like every other morning. just like every day before the sun rose with a new promise of unending abundance, confirming the creeds we nurture in our hearts. today we rule. today we thrive.  yet somehow i can tell that this day is not like the others. the air is thin and a chill…