I have been fighting this goddamn demon for many nights now. I would drift about in a world of unreal monsters and beasts while my heartbeat slowed down to an almost inaudible thump. I would slay beasts with no face, just skin covered in words shouted and lay down my sword/ words after pulling the carnage of my solitary nights down swamps and canyons. Just trying to catch my breath

I have been staring at this picture of these daffodils for an eternity through the early morning light, trying to find something which will take this away. The details doesn’t even matter. During my past 35 years I have walked alone in many desserts, forests and swam in fierce oceans. But it has been a very long time, since I have been this lost. My heart was so incredibly raw this morning,

There were days in the storm , when the wind was poetically forceful in a hurricane of sand and dust and I could not see. I just put my headphones on and silenced the white noise with guitars and drums pulsing through the familiar route of my ears to the map of my heart, my very essence. At times I just sat down, right there in the eye of the

There have been times when she wondered if her silence will ever be loud enough for anyone to notice? Times when she sat at her window, the dirty smeared glass reflecting nothing but how she saw herself. She liked the thought of nothing having real sense to it and yet, she knew, not even deep inside, that the only thing she needed to breath, was the one thing about life