It’s 9am and I can’t get that coffee cake off my mind. I know it’s not the best fuel for my body, but I JUST WANT IT. I’ve already gone off protocol this week, so Fuck It! But it’s less about the protocol and more about the pleasure. Usually, I wake up early, do yogaContinue reading “Quick Fix”
Category Archives: Writing
Surrender
Across the way a man is seen falling from the cliff. He wears all black. He spreads his arms out wide, as if flying. I look away and my thoughts turn to grey. The others say he slipped. I think, he must be unafraid of dying.
Critic
Oh, hello there, Stephen. I recognize your scent, your taste, your touch. You’re hanging onto me like a backpack or a koala cub. I shake furiously to try to get you off, but you are a stage-five clinger. You have impeccable grip. So, it seems we’re stuck together. In which case, it’d be in bothContinue reading “Critic”
Self-Discipline
The collar is set to the width of her neck. It has been placed there as a means to keep her in check. She curses the one who tries to constrain her, yet she cannot blame this beneficent stranger. It was her conviction which allowed this restriction, for without the collar others would claim her.
Wake Up
I woke up today a different person. I’m thirty, but there’s almost no point in the past that I can reference to this moment. The web of memory spins and unspins itself, particularly in the dreamworld. I wake up and there’s no thread left to pull me back. It’s dark here. Or is that light?Continue reading “Wake Up”
Escape
I am paralyzed with fear. Fear of being found out. Fear of being discovered. I try to think but nothing is there. I can hear the familiar soundtrack in the background. I try to think, but it seems someone has turned the volume up. I’m swimming in sounds, confused where it’s coming from. My bodyContinue reading “Escape”
Morning Meditations
I wake up and I can feel my stomach, my guts. It feels empty. I can also feel my heart in my chest, which in contrast, feels full. My shoulders need a constant reminder to relax, drop away from my ears, chill out. I can breath clearly through my nose this morning without the neti.Continue reading “Morning Meditations”
Structure
Rebuilding and restructuring life as I know it.
The Mind is a Psychopath
How to train your mind to think thoughts that serve you best.
My Soul is the Color Blue
My soul is the color blue. Not dark blue like the night sky, and not light blue like the day sky. The color of tropical water blue, with a little bit of green. It’s the second gradient of blue on the east shore of Lake Tahoe, where the lake bottom is still visible but youContinue reading “My Soul is the Color Blue”
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