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This feels like a love letter but perhaps it isn’t. How do you write a love letter to a boy you’ve never kissed? A boy you’ve only spent a couple hours holding. I cannot explain it, but, this feels like a love letter that I will never send. This feels like one of those brain... Continue Reading →
written on January 8, 2019 Artist: James Christopher It was kind of sickening. The kind of person social media and fleeting perceptions shrunk me to, while so much was concocting in my version of the cosmos. There was… a lot. So much that I had to disappear from certain planes of existence in order to... Continue Reading →
written on October 17, 2019 It's magical. How love can heal. Without words, without actions. Just by rippling from being to being to being across space and time. I realized dreams don't unfurl in fancy places. Dreams unfurl within you. When you realize what you can bring to the world around you, sometimes just by... Continue Reading →
written on August 11, 2019 The dents you make in your spaces are like craters in mine. Do you know of the number of times I’ve clutched my hair in denial at the thought of leaving you in your spaces, away from my spaces, for good? The walls around me are drafting and the air... Continue Reading →
written on August 6, 2016 And during one of these courses, they ask you to walk around the room and pick a stranger. You are asked to sit down with this stranger and face each other. You hold this person's hands and look into their eyes. Not a single word shall be spoken. "I know... Continue Reading →
It is things that your intuition whispers to you that sink your heart to a pit. Private information you’re somehow privy to when a stranger’s energy inevitably crawls on your skin. It is questioning your wiring and the fading significance of things that once made you shine. When all the torment lies in feverishly needing... Continue Reading →
A rigid opposition to a construct is also a construct. A construct never exists because of majorities. Constructs solely exist due to diversities. We only view a construct as a significant construct due to our individual experiences of these constructs: our surroundings and the information we either inevitably or consciously consume about these constructs. Real... Continue Reading →
written on August 4, 2018 “We are made with the intellect of gods, my brethren” I said aloud in an empty classroom that had ink marks on tables that read Acronyms barely as old as half a decade of human existence’s past. I said aloud and I looked at the floor. ‘I must be insane’... Continue Reading →
written on 4th September 2019 I constantly questioned the things I wanted sometimes. Especially this past year. Having constantly embedded spiritual practices and yoga into my daily life, I still wondered why I wanted things that I knew in the back of my mind are things of the surface, the ego. Silly little material things.... Continue Reading →
written on 8th February, 2019 Never really wanted much more. Crusty road crumbs like dry ice. I sip on a dream until I’m full. Burn the money, give it your time. Trash your diamonds, they’re dead. Slip on a Chanel, drink up sloppy. We’re dancing in the mud. Dressed up like spoilt angels. Drag queen... Continue Reading →
The Dancing Yogi 