Hey Siri, what’s passive-aggressive?

"Is everything all right?” You ask, hoping for a yes, or maybe not. Reality is created on the letters spoken, and the spaces of the ones I think are true. And while I’m so busy assuming, I can’t possibly tell you, the worlds of words that live inside my head too.  And from another place,... Continue Reading →

How Monsters Made Mountains

A little boy sat next to his grandmother in their backyard, looking at the mountains all around them.  “Grandmom, why are there mountains?” the little boy asked, his eyes wide and entranced in the way only children can see the world. He had removed the thumb he was sucking absentmindedly to ask his question.  The... Continue Reading →

Burn

It was a special night. She had planned it for months, years maybe. On her way home from work, she bought herself a dozen roses. She made herself a delicious dinner - all of her favorites with a bottle of champagne to celebrate. After her meal, she sprinkled rose petals all over her bathroom and... Continue Reading →

The Ride of a Lifetime

Jess knew this one was special as soon as she swiped right. She could see a loss or some desperate plea in his eyes, and she felt a connection immediately. Jess didn’t question it because questions lead to too many thoughts. Too many thoughts lead Jess to do questionable things, so she has consistently found... Continue Reading →

Masterpiece

Disasterpiece Muse's Release Free yourself from your disease. Become your own masterpiece. Right now, pain is black and blue, but it's nothing to fear, you're a rainbow confused. If this redundant play is to end, become your own true best friend. See yourself: the sleeping god. Read this until you finally nod: you are not... Continue Reading →

Muse’s Release

Disasterpiece There is no sin and there is no penance. All she wants is to teach you lessons. There's never too long for her to wait, so worry not, it's never too late.  Time exists only if given meaning. The Fate that speaks when you are dreaming, in signs and whispers, sometimes screaming. Open your... Continue Reading →

Disasterpiece

With the best of intentions, we've been chained. Artists grow up and slowly fade - a world full of colors now mostly grey.  Our passion and joy we gladly trade, for money and some accolades. But dollar signs don't validate, and it's still you that you hate. Acceptance seemingly a fairy tale, we decide not... Continue Reading →

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