Isn’t it betrayal, though? Isn’t it?

Isn’t it betrayal, though? Isn’t it?  To be made to walk the streets with no destination, feeling worthless, soulless, aghast.  To be made to feel safe in starvation, allowing it to burn your insides, for survival in such a cruel world requires you to repent. To be made to repeatedly feel like it’s only a matter...

The in-between

written on April 3, 2017 Learning lies in the days between reckless love. In the stillness of water after a wave. Amidst a high and a low. Before and after every internal scream. Wisdom lasts in ethereal spaces. Between body highs and sickness. Between arousal and longing. Between passion and dispassion, excitement and boredom. Somewhere...