It's funny, no one remembers what it was like to be separated, your bloodline cut with sharp blades, making you breathe on your own. A body now becomes two, the home you once knew is now outside of you. It's funny cause, if we remembered, maybe loss wouldn't hurt so bad. Maybe the familiarity of…
Connected
Not only am I safe, I am, nestled in the womb of the universe whose body has not yet banished me to a space outside of it. Separated by skin. No. Not only am I safe, I am growing. Growing not in the multiplication of my atoms but in the seeds reaped by my circumstance.…
Evening Epiphanies Series 1: Why I started a blog.
Tonight, I write. To write is to pray, and this is where I find my flow. A thing those who tell others how to live experience as "a state of time-bending joy". My consumption of self-help knowledge is somewhat problematic, but we'll talk about that later. The goal of this blog is to set my…
There Are No Words 