Soul

  • Myself.

    I have seen myself in the world around me. In the people, things and places I love. In the people, things and places I hate. In the people, things and places I care only slightly for. I block myself from… Continue reading

  • Purpose

    I’ve tried all the angles. I’ve felt all the rights and wrongs about what they say a writer should do, should be, should want…but I’m not like them. I want barely any of what they tell me I should want.… Continue reading

  • Together, Alone

    In the lonely hours they cry for their humanity. For the lost past, for the uncertain present they wander lost. Together, alone. Continue reading

  • Clear Air

    One day, she sits alone, and understands it all. That she’s never been alone. That all this time their pain has lived within her, pain she never asked for, pain that is not hers to bear. Clear air is what… Continue reading

  • My Own Peace

    Some days, I take a deep breath and ask the world to soften. The world never does soften. So I fall behind its wind, and I find my own peace. Continue reading

  • Beneath The Sad Moon

    What is this softness that takes my heart dancing beneath the sad moon? When aching life pours from the sky, and my heart cries to be heard for once without question. Will I listen? No. I will hear, but I… Continue reading

  • Unravelled

    Music brought me undone again, today. Unravelled. Beautifully. Thoroughly. And though it’s not a surprise that music can so easily undress my soul, it is often a surprise to feel the way it surges and dances through my body. How… Continue reading

  • Sweet Aching Quiet

    Sweet aching quiet. Soft night, curled up beside me. I know you. I know your fragile whispers, well. Continue reading

  • Somewhere

    Somewhere between the quiet and the haze, I go to sit for a while. Somewhere between the quiet and the haze. And you might ask me what I hope to find there. You might ask me if it’s true. That… Continue reading

  • Sunshine

    I’d like to find the sunshine beneath my pillow, when I wake. And I will cup it in my hands, and I will hold it close and whisper: ‘Shine, sweet little light. Shine ever brightly, might the pathway ahead light… Continue reading