hurt.

Rarely do others realize how much I hurt. How much they hurt me. I have built a protective shell so strong that I have no idea how to even expose my vulnerability. Only when I'm alone do my soft tears flow. When in the company of another, I probably just seem angry. Anger is the only emotion I know how to act out for the world around me.

Live your life fully. Be yourself truly. Honor and respect all others who are taking this journey with you, wherever they are in the process of fully becoming. Embrace the mystery that has gifted you this awesome opportunity to discover what is finest about yourself and to manifest it. And know, in every moment—no matter what form this life takes—you will be gifted the opportunity to renew your commitment to life…as life, everlasting.

dieself.

I'm dying. In every way possible, I fear. But I don't think it has to be this way. So how does one overcome the enemy that is thyself?

sleep.writing.

In case their is a holy line that we are forced to stand in as we await our next body assignment, I hope I get to stand next to you. So it's important that we leave these bodies one right after the other or at the same time, if possible.

disco.tent.

I took this week off from work, as it adjoined the long holiday break, in an effort to unwind my brain and find some inner peace. I was hopeful that I would return to my daily routine next week with renewed vigor and perhaps even an inspired plan for my future. Much to my surprise and dismay, this week has not unfolded in such a way, and I'm actually feeling more confused and discontent than before.

existence.

They say life goes on, and so it seems they are correct. However, I'm still waiting for it not to suck. Life without the one that completes me has been a forced display of the necessary motions just to maintain some semblance of acceptable existence.

skin.

I enjoy the fragrance of your skin. The daunting task of replicating it would only prove futile. For how does one bottle the aroma of fresh ambition in the morning? Moreover, marrying said ambition with the smell emitted by the color blue would be impossible. And not just any blue, but a royal blue... peppered with a hint of rugged masculinity. In the evening hours of yesterday, as I closed my eyes for sleep, I was struck with the unexpected, yet unmistakable fragrance of your skin. I was puzzled at first, as all linens you once laid upon had been washed many times since, but I decided to surrender to the mystery and enjoyment of the moment. The fragrance of your skin tucked me in, warm and cozy, before ushering me into my nightly dreams.