I have learned that fear is something to seek out. Good stuff happens once we venture out of our comfort zone. Why do we abandon them then?
If people get personal satisfaction out of selfless acts, they can't be selfless anymore. Somehow, pretending seems dirtier than not being altruistic.
Elizabeth Gilbert, needless to say, wrote Eat, Pray, Love, and is all in all a beautiful source of inspiration for me. I found this tied in beautifully with the four noble truths of the Buddha. The first states that suffering is inevitable: to live is to suffer. The longer we deny this reality, the more... Continue Reading →
Have you ever sat down and counted the lives you’ve led? Good daughter, class clown, all the heartbreaks you’ve met, Like a sheep in snake’s clothing, the lies you shed, And if the next dream breaks, at least your heart is fed. Have you ever sat down and counted the people you’ve crossed? Who see... Continue Reading →
And if I sing of home, I dream of mountains not yet climbed, I let the birds travel through my voice And twist my vocal chords into a nest Large enough to house a lonely traveller. And if I sing of hell, I point at shadows under my own bed, Climb the duvet to flatten... Continue Reading →
Meet me at 7 you said I cross off my errands and meet you halfway What food to get It’s 8:30 now, I’m starving but okay I wonder, have we ever met Or are we heartbreak yet to create?
I was walking one night to catch my train Booze and drugs devouring my brain Started to run when i saw the time Switched my playlist from indie to grime Started to run to catch a faster one By minutes or hours, as long as I won Who or what only became clear Once I... Continue Reading →
To stay the same While leaves play dress up in the mind What a shame To choose cornfields over winter beach sanding What a waste When one is standing where no one can find.
Let's strip ourselves bare layer by layer starting with skin, childhood and prayer: Who are we beneath all we say we are? The soul lives only in the now, like a flash of lightning in the dark of night illuminating all. Talking about identity is like approximating something that exists on another dimension, without having... Continue Reading →
a wide grey canvas clouds my eyes wall of pine trees stretching high in between, a stone sits shy peel off moss: here he lies rotten bouquet sprouting flies joined by you and me and sky flecks of blackbirds passing by breathe out desperate, inhale wide cold fresh air and specks of light any ghosts... Continue Reading →