Warrior Cry.
The last beacon of light in the turbulence at sea is only made for those that can withstand it all. All that had been before the waves carved her space…
the collective dream – on the flipside of recovery
The last beacon of light in the turbulence at sea is only made for those that can withstand it all. All that had been before the waves carved her space…
The phone rang and crackled, sure to be bugged as I picked up the line. “There isn’t much time. The marriage already happened so it doesn’t even matter,” he confessed.…
“I know you’re aching, but there’s greatness brewing inside of your suffering, ya know,” she said with a flick of her cigarette as they rounded the bend in the road…
Time won’t turn on its side if we’ve never fallen down. The past can’t catch up with us if time stops where our knees hit the ground. The hourglass, tipped,…
The writing’s on the table and he saw you there before … pulled up a seat for the unbound and humiliated whore. Or so they said, as you walked red-faced…
“You have to do this!”, her sister’s scream trailed off through the dust cloud billowing a veil between them. It was too late, her sister had been taken, snatched up…
Waiting for a reply is not as excruciating as it had been in the past. It is exhilarating, for I am already there. Visualizing. Manifesting. I am on the shore,…
Where are the mountains? You are them and they are you. Where is the sea? One day, you’ll also be. Where are the flames that kissed the leaves? In the…