I had a workshop on smell planned for this week. Unfortunately, everyone who signed up canceled at the last minute. Those are just the risks involved when you’re the organizer.
At least I got to write something while I waited for people to show up. So, no workshop this week, but here are the results of me with time to think. Continue reading
I don’t know what to tell you of white spring blossoms.
The way they intoxicate me
and how, drunk in aroma,
I tilt my nose ever so slightly towards the laden trees.
The sight of them causes
a faint smile that appears and is gone again
as quick as those insignificant buds last after they’ve bloomed.
But nothing is ever quite gone, is it?
A very (un)helpful guide on how to survive life in three easy steps…
Step one: Find your passion
Step two: For the love of all that is good and holy, do not let it fucking go!
Step 3: rinse and repeat.
When I feel like I have exhausted the language quota given to me. As if words were rationed out and some get more than others, while those, like me, get less. When I’m paralyzed by my own expectations for success and failure simultaneously. I get low and no one knows, but it was all okay because I could write about it—except now I can’t. The problem is I’m afraid to get high. It’s not about losing control. It’s about realizing I had no control to begin with.
I’m living off the fumes of past dreams,
asphyxiated and twisting,
resisting the release.
times of change never give way
to the gagging cries pouring from me
If you left now, the pieces would go…everywhere. After years of refusing to lean on anyone for too long, you’ve refused to let go, even when I’m pushing at you with the blunt end of a knife, the sharp end pointed towards me.
I worry sometimes if, without you, my sanity would cling. I worry more if, with you, my insanity will grow and overtake you.
Strong hands and I caress the tender blue rivers crisscrossing your skin. Gentle eyes that burn low but intense. During those times when the banality of my life excruciates me, your touch reminds me who I am.
I am we.