• Sometimes I Float In Between

    Sometimes I Float In Between

    I only know the light because I’ve lived through the dark.My body, buried in the heavy, damp soil.Ready to decompose with the earth.Destined for more,My soul wouldn’t rest. Though suffocated by the soil,Spirit clawed its way through the dirt that tried to encapsulate it,simultaneously being kept alive by way of the earth’s minerals and nutrients.…

  • Death and Rebirth

    In this life, I have died many times. Image captured by me at Green-wood Cemetery, Brooklyn