I like how your lips taste, they taste so familiar; familiar like my favourite film, Sweeter than Skittles, your lips taste better than the red ones, for sure, I've never felt a waist so inviting, soft to the touch; my arms slide around you, I enjoy this very much, Within you burns an eternal flame, … Continue reading Charlotte’s Web
Once I was obsessed with movement, in the truest sense; my mind danced the cha-cha with dreams of success. Tense, pent up energy, manifesting as movement, moving around, searching for something outside of myself to soothe the existential dread. I believed that I was not enough, and to become enough I must become successful, for then, I … Continue reading The life simplified.
Too often do we try and force a square through a circular hole; it is within our nature to bend the world to our will. The writer who tries to force words from his fingers, the teacher who tries to force undivided attention from the pupil with ADHD, the lover who tries to force the … Continue reading gentle.
Forces pull me, they pull me along, along this long road of life. From town to town I travel; destination unknown. Why is that I choose to participate in such a journey? A journey in which I feel as if I have no choice; a journey of causal determinism. A predetermined fate to forever chase … Continue reading The forever chase.
There’s something so fickle about a feeling; ever fleeting, one moment it’s there, another gone. I am an adventurer, exploring foreign lands, exploring foreign planes, searching. A curious searching, one different to all those prior. A search akin to what an eye subconsciously seeks in the lazy space of a painting. This search, like all … Continue reading forty-two thousand feet.
Gratitude is a warm coffee on a sleepy Seattle morning; it’s like peeing yourself, “everyone can see it but only you can feel it”. Gratitude lights up your face when you see an aeroplane fly low over your apartment, ready to join its atmospheric friends atop the runway; wow, what an amazing species we are… … Continue reading Gratitude.
This is the age of the individual, Instagram, narcissism, butt-implants, materialism and a consumeristic mentally; welcome to the 21st century. We march forward without hesitation, toward a cliff, of which at the bottom, organised Human life does not exist. We've turned up the thermostat, we've deadbolted the doors from the inside and flushed away the … Continue reading The death march.