Sometimes the words just don’t come. Instead, I find myself swimming in visuals, in images, in the style of every person who passes me on the street. All I want to do is absorb the words printed on the thick paper of literary magazines or soak up the sumptuous fashion tastes I find on the internet. Sometimes writing my own words feels like a burden. And in these moments,…
Adrift
Sometimes you spit off a story for work and feel a pang of hopelessness as you hit send. You are the problem. You are just another average human contributing to the accumulation of bullshit on the internet. Or at least that’s how it feels. I mean what do you do when your work doesn’t feel meaningful? But when you are just grateful for the work….
Life, collecting
Another round of images, ideas and words my mind has been steeping in as of late. Take a plunge, immerse yourself. “When you’ve seen beyond yourself, then you may find peace of mind is waiting there.” – George Harrison ~ “The truth carves out an openness in you you previously weren’t able to access.” – jotted down hastily on my iPhone while listening to a…
When writing about my experience isn’t enough
there are so many voices. strong voices, powerful voices there are so many voices far more knowledgable there are so many voices far more insightful there are so many voices far less privileged there are so many voices who have seen something and done more there are so many voices who have been through pain and live through the unimaginable daily there are so many…
Hiding in the open
There are dreams that irk you because they are too real. They touch on things you hope to never uncover. Latent wishes, passions and desires that cannot be quenched. The unconscious parts of your being that you pay no mind, until you do. And when you do, it’s all you can do not to think of them. Sure, with time they will fade back into the…
Waiting out the blahs
Photo by Alyssa Deering Life is streaming on by and what do I have to show for it? Words that appear in my head as I try to sleep: a foggy imprint on glass. Every so often a gap in the folds appear, and I realize how much time has gone by and how cliches can ring so true. How, when you’re young, time truly…