Within this pain, you’ll find the seed of its healing. If you’re ever lost as to what meaning your meagre life holds, look into the darkness of your days. Look into the eyes of the addictions, the perpetual disempowerment of self. There, you’ll find your gift. The core of your shadow will reveal the lightContinue reading “I want to be alive with you”
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done with this
rushing running like broken machines perpetually; the chase within, further away. silence is loud and unbearable we cannot stop. running. I am done with this. there is nowhere to get to. running ourselves dry into bare bone into skin into an old age lacking substance where is there to get to? the sweet dissolving intoContinue reading “done with this”
Fools
how do you receive this rage without it burning through your skin without wishing for annihilation. my skin is made of hot dark coal I want to burn the whole world with my body. and when they ask where do you feel the pain? – i tell them the whole world hurts inside me likeContinue reading “Fools”
re birthing
when i crave for you most i find myself at sea this time i’m going in knee deep naked exposed to skin skin moistening into the sea bed like moss i am now a sea shell empty dry sand particles lodged between my toes i sink i go down with purpose salt seeps through theContinue reading “re birthing”
Lot’s wife
I am on the floor, by the fire. Spread out, being held by the hard floor underneath. The wood is crackling, popping. I feel my bones warming up, my feet are almost burning. I am seven years old. My father sits across – on his armchair. One night two men arrived at Lot’s door. InContinue reading “Lot’s wife”
before, i was dying
A chapter from my story towards healing I felt alive only when my blood would seep through with adrenaline: the numbing excitement, the buzzing of sensation through my body. It would be familiar yet always new, different – what will it bring this time? I constructed my life like an addict, ensuring that my nextContinue reading “before, i was dying”
Last to let go
I let my body paint the story. My hands trace our beginning within space, my hips circle into spirals dancing our story that never ends. Our story that never ends but takes different shapes each year. This year shaped into absence, the space that remained, missing; From too much to a lack of feeling. FromContinue reading “Last to let go”
Patterns of light
I open to receive this Blessing fully, like a lotus flower blooming in emergence out of the darkness. My mind doubts whether it can contain this love wholly, still holding on to a grain of suspicion as to whether such happiness is tangible. I sort through the doubt with great precision like Vasalitsa sorting poppyContinue reading “Patterns of light”
Pavel
You’ve named me, months before my birth. I was first a thought, before your thought metamorphosed into a seed, sprouting. You named me Pavel, a boy’s name that you practiced calling, a name your lips would form with pride and anticipation. Pavel. I came to you as a disappointment at first. You prayed so longContinue reading “Pavel”
I told you no
you make your way in like a ruthless predator opening up, pulling apart push and pull. I remember the waves, the sea with its flow infiltrate then withdraw. I pray for it, wish I was drowning. but the heaviness of your body I can’t ignore. Stiffness. You draw me in like an animal. Breathing inContinue reading “I told you no”
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