I am stagnant. My pen hovers over paper for an eternity of minutes, before I decide to write this poorly written sentence. I am stuck. I am stuck in mind, in-paper, in-making, in-thought, In-Life. It’s nonsense. I’m nonsense. Everything is a bullet to me and I dodge bullets. I should let them hit me, or pass me […]Read more "Explode"
It all started when I forgot Math. The test before me seemed like a jungle of numbers I could not comprehend. And my hands… My hands were no longer my hands. The scales that formed upon them couldn’t weigh a single grain of sand. Answers seemed like a quest in a foreign place I learned […]Read more "Shape Shifter"
Life is a series of stones, I’ve come to believe. Some solid. Some cracked to the bone. Some hidden. Some known. One step, two step, red step, blue step. Blind step, new step. “I’m afraid,” I say, “you step.” His response, “I step. You step.”Read more "Stepping Stones"
I carry my Rubik’s cube everywhere I go. I like the way it feels between my fingers. Smooth. I like the ‘stop and click’ it makes when I twist it. One, two, four, five…twist ‘click’ twist…One, two, four, five…twist ‘click’ twist. [Repeat, repeat]. Sometimes I feel naked, absent, without it. Though I’ve never bothered to actually solve it. […]Read more "Rubik’s Cube"
Time rants and Time rages. Time commits and acquits in stages; all in a dog’s day of Summer. Time’s ideas are static, though his body frantic. His mouth, always in motion. Time gives and Time takes. Time makes love and flakes love; all in a dog’s day. Time wanders in wonder and then falls apart; […]Read more "Time Rants"
It was some time. Not the best. Not the worst. Just Time. And though there were times I knew I brought out the worst in Time, Time was, as Time is; incredulous, omnipresent and overwhelmingly ostentatious. I despised Time. Yet I had no knowledge or reason or clarity of what Time felt of me. I […]Read more "Tick Tock"