Fragments
There are pieces of me scattered through history. A part of me is still gasping for air, soaked in sweat, drowning in your last words on a blood stained carpet. There’s a piece of me still locked in your green eyes watching the wind caress the scarlet curls from your shoulders. A piece is sitting in a hammock with a cloud of smoke rolling up through the Georgia rain with my best friend. There’s a hurt piece of me trying to come up with an answer that would satisfy a four year old girl’s question of, ‘Why are you crying?’ A happy piece of me is still watching art save the same girl from a haunted past. A piece of me is still standing on the side freeway with a thumb out. There’s a happy piece of me sleeping on a concrete floor with my dog with nothing and wondering how it disappeared so fast into a pile of meaningless possessions. There’s another piece sitting around a fire with strangers in Ramadan, staring at the desert night sky, smoking hookah, and listening to stories. Every fading memory takes with it a piece of its contributing soul’s. The price of exchange in life and experience. How much life must be attained before I am satisfied? I crave so much, and it’s never enough—but I have grown so tired and the weight of Heaven and Hell sits heavy in my mind. I spend so much time scaling crumbling sand dunes trying reclaim pieces of myself, that I might leap frog through time, forever falling short, dying of thirst in a desert.
Truly Unique
Someone asked about you the other day and the final moments of our last words floated by my mind slicing the best parts of me.
Use Caution
Use caution when dealing with someone who’s desperate to get along with everyone.
Apocalypse
I carried you as far as I could. You became heavier with each step towards clean air. On the other side of the smoke it became apparent that you surrendered along time ago. Sitting at the base of a willow tree still holding you, I found a sliver of light in the mercy that blinded you to the ways of this world. It was in that moment, I finally found the strength to bury you.
The Student
You were the last shimmer of hope in this world. The hope that perhaps there’s something here still worth protecting. I hope you have maintained that light, Love. Don’t give up.
Perfection
It’s a myth. It doesn’t exist. If you get everything you want, you’ll wake up and realize that a life with out friction is closer to a nightmare than it is a dream. Everyone is searching for perfection while ignoring the fact they really just want the real.
History…repeats
Seven years later, three more projects, and round two begins. This time without the distractions.
Green Lights
There’s no such thing as a perfect time. Things are never going to line up the way you want them to. You’re most likely going to be alone when you decide to go for it. The only thing that matters is that you look both ways and then put one foot in front of the other. There’s no green lights, no red lights, no yellow lights even. Time is suspended in paradise. So there is only fear, or love—you must choose one or sit in stagnation in the presence of death.
End of The World
I would rather have love—even if it means bullets fly, bombs fall, glaciers melt, and volcanic overflow consumes us in its wake. I’ve always been partial to the fire anyway. I could hardly think of a better exit sign. Let it burn—so long as it’s in the name of love. We’ll become ash together and millions of years from now the survivors will unearth us just to write a beautiful inaccurate narrative of our passing. In that moment we will become immortals.
Winds
Your voice is especially restless tonight. As welcoming, and comforting, as it may be—it is also deeply unsettling. I never truly know whether it will be heaven or hell who visits. It’s been a long time since I felt like I was safe enough to trust a good thing. Especially when you are involved.