I stand at a door. Neither simple nor ornate. A place that I have been to but do not recall. Hidden behind a veil I never placed. A door leading to home. Unlocked before me. *** I fear the door. No, I fear what lies beyond. What if I am not truly welcome? Maybe I…

A new place that is not new. Hidden but existing for years. Seen on Google maps by chance. A chance encounter that could be the start of a fantasy book. But no less marvelous. A pet store tucked in between a row of small shops. *** I enter and find it to be a reptile…

There is a kind of trick that nobody sees coming. A kind where the impact is greatest. A secret double blind that is born out of accident. Perfect circumstance yielding the most unexpected version of reality. Ignorance and innocence its parents. Work that does far from delight. *** The tricked impacted in a way that…

I scroll along until something new catches my eye. I click. Brief interest and curiosity. Invitation for something new. The sound echoes through my body and my heart rate takes off. Here we go on a ride. *** An energetic song that shoots with electricity. Peaks and loops like a rollercoaster. Pushing me with it…

Waves of life crash against you. Sometimes threatening a slow drowning. Waiting for tiredness to take its toll. Other times trying to just drag under. A place that brings swift death. Shredding with sharp rocks that are always present even when the tide is out. *** The waves cannot be warded off or stopped. No…

I am fragile. Breaking with a wrong push. A bend that should not have been attempted. Fractures that require constant repair. Put back together with a careful hand. Glued together with gold. *** I was originally shaped with just as careful of a hand. I wonder if they saw me as unblemished or covered in…

“I hate when you-“. Use that kind of criticism. Lacking the soft touch that the soul craves. When it comes out of my mouth and yours in succession. A direct attack meant to poke the other in order to feel better. Said bluntly and a card displayed face up. *** “What do you mean you-“.…

Remembering to breathe properly can be challenging. Going under the surface for too long or too often. Burning suffocation that overwhelms. Eventually forcing one to come back up for air. Hopefully before it all becomes too heavy to move. It does not have to be this way. *** I would rather spend my breath on…

I once had the strangest dream. I had been sent to another dimension. Beautiful in every definition. Perfect beaches and lush forests. The ideal paradise that anyone would love to visit. But that beauty quickly lost luster for it was not what it seemed at first. *** It was actually a punishment. Devoid of other…

In my mind is a great thread. Miles upon miles as far as the eye can see. Wrapped all the way around the base of my dreams to the abyss of my anxiety and fear. Coiled in elegant patterns unique to me. Both random and ordered in a miraculous way. Much more precious than common…