Sometimes I venture into other explorations and creations but it always come back to that one. The thing you can close your eyes and allow to flow from your mind onto a crisp white page. Scribbles and swirls with a deciphered destination.
Let your words change this forsaken generation of media moments and give your voice a chance to calm while you breathe in the words of others. Deal those words like a game of poker. Keep your cards close to your chest until you are ready to reveal the jewel of your collection. Then try again and again until you make a change.
I hope a day never comes when our voices are powerless more so than now. Take the time to write all of them down and breathe them in as they are returned. Value each syllable like a gift.
Waking up in a cold and desolate place was hard: The light streamed in through a crack in the heavy blackout curtains. I’d pour myself into the water that streamed over my skin and dissolve into my own mind.
Readying myself to say goodbye to the harsh daylight was harder: Stepping outside and knowing that those few moments in a morning were the fresh air that I would breath, the life that I would see and the only real ground I would feel beneath my feet until night had fallen.
Everyday for months I would lose the natural light, say goodbye to the real world and play at politeness with people who were consumed within themselves.
Everyone has a tipping point, a breaking point.The day where my morality was questioned was that day.
And so I relished those moments outdoors and drew energy to change. I was blessed with a single chance.
I shed the weight like a tree shaking off its leaves to embrace winter, and then shedding the cold snow as it thaws.
Here I am, emerging. The light is harsh but the beauty it reveals is worth the strain it brings to my sight.
Hello daytime, I look forward to waking up and all the things that follow.
I look forward to writing them down.