the push-away-good-bye.

The anticipation of a hello. The ambivalence of saying goodbye. That profound moment in time where two people connect–where your hearts collide. Upon arrival a lingering departure looms but you don’t think about it, as you haven’t made any memories yet. You unpack your bags and take a look around. Embracing the person in front…

yesteryear’s goodbye.

note to reader: twas the serene, authentic prose authored by bryonie wise that compelled me to write my own yesteryear goodbye.   “I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way,…

emotional excess.

“something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.” -anais nin anais nin continues to be a saving grace for me.  her profound wisdom somewhat like a bucket of ice water splashed onto my face.  her words perfectly confronting and comforting….

f*cked (and fixed) up.

i’ve been fucked up and i’ve been a fool … fix myself up and come be with you. -from ‘muchacho’s tune’ by phosphorescent   is there anything more powerful than sitting in silence, your headphones acting as a blockade to the noise outside your mind (and its internal static too for that matter), when all of…