untame me soft and unfocused the universe spins and shrinks around me I am a giant in this chromatic aberration yet I am absent, fragmented light dancing for stained glass galleries consume me with your color fringed eyes express movement with me fluorescent intent in each of our strokes— flat black paint pulled across alabaster … Continue reading Oblivius
There exists a dissonance when you finally acknowledge that which had previously gone unnoticed. It's all subconscious consumption and blissful unawareness until you wake up one morning in a bed you've woken up in dozens of times before to find yourself someplace new-- it is here you find yourself, once oblivious, now in love over … Continue reading Oblivius: A Gallery
Hello. It's been a while. Quite a while, actually. As per the title, welcome to my confession-session about being smacked in the face brutally hard with some good ol' writer's block. This is a surprising occurrence as I was certain all my new and exciting experiences abroad would surely open up the creative gates to … Continue reading Confessions of A Troubled Writer
contradictions are wonderful bilateral conflictions we see them within each other but we cannot love it for ourselves how are we so much in love, for we are the same person, yet we cannot stand our own reflections in the mirror?