I kept trying to feel lightly; I know it’s for the best. But I can’t help it. I don’t know how to be involved with something I love, lightly. Image captured by me at Roosevelt Island, NYC
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It was too easy;the lies rolled off your tonguelike flooded waters. Something once peaceful and refreshing,now a messy nuisance. The water expands,the salt corrodes,everything is damaged in its wake.
A Summer Storm
An ombré of yellow into grey, lightning bolts pierce the sky. Flashes of light, heavy water droplets thrown from the heavens, clouds clash, and the grounds rumble. It’s a summer storm, one of the best kinds. Pic taken by me, Brooklyn New York
I got lost in the dense, opaqueness All the thoughts in my mind, obfuscated.
Inescapable heat intensified by concrete and steel. Throngs of people crowd the streets, dirt envelops all surfaces, the scent of rancid garbage permeates the air. Despite it all, rain is beautiful on a steamy day; the petrichor feeds my soul, relief has washed over my body. Shot by me at The Brooklyn Barge, Brooklyn NY
Our hearts beat for one anotherwhile simultaneously being torn apart.
Sun rising, sun’s blessing.Golden rays bathe my face.The possibilities of a new day,an awakening. A peaceful calm only nature can offer,Oh, the soothing sounds of wavesrolling onto shore. A new liberation floods the landsas the sun warms all in its wake.Arousing a joy so pure, so stimulating,one that comes from within.
Summer reminds me of my youth; chasing fireflies, being fearless, picking up insects, turning over rocks, playing in the dirt Blissfully ignorant. Ocean water dances on my body, heat radiates off the concrete,spending all day between jungle gyms and sprinklers. Time flies and I’m awash with nostalgia. I’ve lived a life already, childhood seems soContinue reading “Nostalgia”
It’s November and slightly warm.But there’s a gentle breeze;the scent of fall dances into my nostrils. A feeling of renewal,a peaceful transition.Death. But so tranquil and pleasant.
She received them when she graduated,a celebration.The Valentine’s days of the past;sometimes, “just because.” Placed on her bedside when she was born,the celebration of life.Natural, sweet perfume permeated the sterile, unwelcoming feeling of the hospital. Roses were always beautiful,even when they were dried and hung upside down. They were placed on the wreathto celebrate herContinue reading “Always There”
Embrace the dark with the light,the yin and yang, the language of the universe. Ever connected,masculine and feminine.These two forces will always be one. To appreciate the good in life,we must address the shadows.The undercurrents of our souls that don’t always look so pretty. Accept that the undesirable always lurks beneath the surface. As aboveContinue reading “Wholeness”