I spend my days in a glorious haze. Searching for ways to keep the nightmares at bay. I spend all my nights pursuing delight. Seeking to send all my demons to flight. The dawns in between, are where I am, yearning. Dusk is where I’m grasping, and hoping, for meaning. Humbly yours, j […]
Tag: longing
Open Heart Fragmentation (XVIII)
As if struck by an intense arctic chill, time slowed to a desperate crawl, with each nanosecond feeling like prolonged seconds, or excruciatingly exaggerated minutes. The curious, planet like orb, slowly descended through the stale air of the bathroom. It floated towards the counter with the speed of a slowly descending soap bubble. The black […]
Postcards
All of those deep, sobbing, regrets, every cringe, and internal unsettling, felt, when trying to kiss, someone else, as passionately as I kissed you; while you’re selfish-stuck with your vapid substitute, each, and every, excruciating second, sparks of memory, should remind you of what a truly amazing person, partner, lover, could be, and how incredibly […]
Edahs eht ni ecalp A
Everyone seems to want their place in the sun. They crave the warmth of the rays. They want to bask in the glow, feel that they are the ones in the spotlight, that the heat from a far off star, heats their body, pulses, and radiates, just for them. Everyone wants to be a star. […]
Eron’s Void
Eron sat, placidly, palms down, atop the rough pine, at the long, cheap, unfinished, wooden workbench. In some considerations, in a different setting, and under alternative light, the bench may have been a table. But here, it was not. Eron tilted his head to the left, and glanced at the few dozen, closely-packed people, positioned […]
Simulant
Do you know what the great failure of humanity is, right now? People believe that we can stay connected without in person, organic, dialogue. We don’t really know who the other people are, when one can’t look another in the eye, and see the sincerity, or lie, in their expression. We’ve relegated communication to text, to […]
Open Heart Metamorphosis(XII)
Instead of a sharp, metallic, click, Tristan heard a high-pitched shriek. The scream was so loud, and shrill, that he became momentarily disoriented. His hands being otherwise engaged, Tristan was unable to shield his ears from the cry. The piercing wail was so intense that he had to shut his eyes to feel a sense […]
Open Heart Interlude (X)
When he opened his eyes, Tristan was taking in a simple, rustic, hotel room. The sheets upon the bed were rumpled, and the pillows were smashed, and folded in upon themselves. The minimalist accommodations were quiet, and still. Tristan’s shook his head back and forth languidly, shrugged his shoulders up and down, and then twisted […]
Open Heart Absence (VII)
“Where is it?” “Pardon? I’m not sure to what you are referring.” “You are assuredly aware.” “Pretend that I’m not, and tell me what you’re talking about?” Tristan closed his eyes, then slowly inclined his head towards the ceiling. He shrugged his shoulders upwards, tensed and flexed his trapezius muscles into his neck, and squeezed. […]
Open Heart Affirmation (VI)
A mosaic wall of tiny, flickering, squares filled his vision. At first, the rapidly shifting colors, pulsating pixels, and constantly changing imagery made little sense. A small square of black and red formed at the top right corner of his vision, while the remainder, flickered between bright white, gold, glassy colorations, and muted browns. Then, […]