To be lonely is to be in acceptance of one's own lesser worth. rational thought dictates that true happiness comes from the ability to thrive in the presence of the solitary body & mind, and to carve out those moments of joy that aren't derived from external input. but humans, foolishly, aren't solitary creatures. Instead, they form bonds — more often fragile than not — that can dissolve with the slightest tension. And we've deluded ourselves into believing that this thing, l

A reflection on creative paralysis and the longing to dive back into the ocean of imagination.

A playful reflection on how time dictates everything—from birth to boredom—and the moments we try to escape its ticking.

The turmeric stain seeped into the fibers of a white cotton shirt hugging the ridges and hollows of her hourglass frame. It threatened the fragile peace of starch-white against almond skin. The shroud hid the pores of salt and spice and blinded lentil eyes with the stark weight of realism in a surreal world of freedom.

I am no poet But when the rain pours freely Drenching an upturned face And the heartbeat slows Synchronizing with the pitter patter Of god’s lifeblood I can’t help but think That in another lifetime I too, Was free to engulf the world In a sin-washing tide

The wooden drum rolled down the hill, enjoying the feeling of the wind against its fibers. Branches brushed past, striking the drum, Creating a melody that resonated with the heartbeat below. Reaching the cliff's edge, the drum paused -- Was the feeling of liftoff worth the plummet to destruction? Resigning itself to the monotony of safety, the barrel froze in place, surveying the sea of lights below. Fibers began to snap and bend as the crate inched its way down the slippery

I sat in bed yesterday, phone plugged into an illuminated power socket. Layers of blankets covered my legs, cocooning them in a soon-to-be prison that would cause half my body to embrace sleep. A pillow rested on my lap, fluffed up with feathers that sometimes escaped and rooted in my hair. The bright screen flashed with language and story while my mind numbed out the reality of monotony. The warm night air crept in around me as I left my box behind to march into a story on m