My spirituality is the container that holds priceless treasures. Freedom is my love language.
Category: Bone
Honest truth laid bare, what endures when all else is stripped away.
Wing Walker
It’s no one’s fault— it traces back too far and wide to be blamed on any just one. It is fair to no one. All hail the brave.
Seaside
Stars burn tiny holes in the fabric of the night and I exhale, the nerves leaving me into the bottle we passed around.
The Halls of the Heart
I imagine I wouldn’t leave if I ever stepped into one in person. How could I abandon what has already changed me— what has built an inner sanctum from its very presence?
Unhaunting
As I dust off and discard old relics, they come out—anger, pain, betrayal, the remnants of broken sobs and screaming howls.
Laid to Ashes
You blew into my mouth then, and I swallowed, because spitting seemed like an insult.
The Cathedral
The mind is a cathedral.
She Wrote
Her words marking me as they’d sprung from her internal world— exquisitely simple reflections.
The Day Nirvana Died
We just so happened to have a newer bus that day, one with a radio installed because our driver’s usual bus was at the mechanic.
Wrapped in You
I’ll justify my thievery as need and still ask you to hold me close, wearing something of yours just because I can.
Jasmine on the Grave 