I love you… At the end of time… At the end of space… At the end of matter… At the end of the universe… into the nothingness of the abyss. And beyond the vast emptiness… Where nothing but our souls gather. Will we be able to fathom the wholeness of love? Is it within this […]
My first born. Sophrosyne. Noun. The name full of soft syllables without any final consonants. It’s like a song that speaks to me; with a voice that soothes. reminding me of every extremity of life I overcame. She is strong with a fortitude of love. She is everything I dreamed of and more. She makes
I’m not quite sure why you won’t be born. And perhaps I didn’t even ask because I knew that this might be for the better. That if it was an ideal situation for you to be born, then you would be progressing along just fine. I learned that the natural course of nature works that
I’m overcome with tears of joy. Because I’m proud of myself. I had a long-overdue homework assignment I have been procrastinating. An outcome and decision that I knew was coming; merely waiting to materialize. I feel like I’ve won a long-time struggle I had with myself; perhaps my own wrestling with the face of God;
I realized. I realized I was deathly afraid. Deathly afraid of change and changing. I was afraid of the transformation from being a girl, to a woman, to becoming a mother. I was so afraid and my whole body, my entire being was screaming. My physical body was stretched, ripped, bruised and bleeding. And I
The emptiness that’s rooted in the fact of our awareness that our lives are excruciatingly short (in the ephemeral sense)… They come at me like melodies of nostalgia permeating through my mind’s eye with songs of vaguely familiar, not-too-distant memories; painted from the residuals of the hands of time. Perhaps the seemingly noble act of
When you grow older And realize the reality of this doomed world. When you come to an age where you understand the darkness and grow skeptical and cynical. When you begin to question your own existence and the existence of humanity altogether. And perhaps are puzzled by your own unhappiness and the sheer hardships of
I’ve always known this to be true and have yet to find a circumstance where this is untrue: every man desires to be known, remembered, loved and celebrated. And I always talk about this: your impact on those around you and the direct and indirect impact of your decisions today on what happens tomorrow. My
God. Lord. My savior. Lover of my immortal soul. I don’t believe in the facade of religion. but I don’t believe in the idolatry of carnal living either. I know that life is full of pain. I understand that nothing lasts forever. And death meets us all… I am only human. Please give me my daily
Has your heart ever ached because it was so happy. Ached with exquisite joy? So much so that there was no other joy than the joy you felt at that very moment, to the point of heartache? Can anything in this earthly state truly fulfill the joy that you so desire and imagine it to
