“Thou sacred love, thou hast been persecuted from the beginning and hast been soaked in blood. Love, sacred love.” – Alexey Tolstoy, Tsar Feodor Ioannovic. I had one such dream, dear reader, that reminded me of a longing so very deep which I put to sleep, hoping it would not wake to torment me. I…
In order to be authentic, one cannot be caged, nothing can be demanded of you. You can try many ways of extracting truth, thus raping the individual. I am a creature of contradictions, I cannot be trusted with a fixed state of mind, I live on planet Earth and I adapt. I so desperately wished…
I have birthed the spiritual crisis I was meant to have. The promise of a pending love quickly came back to me and my mind became sorrowful. I felt like a small bird being tortured by the smoke of a chimney that I thought would keep me warm after a long day’s flight. I am…
I thought I had you back with me, but you have handed me a book and asked me to read. I can hardly see you beyond this cross, your voice becomes engulfed in a speech foreign to me that my mind immediately rejects. It scares me that this is you. I don’t want to lie…
It wasn’t a teacup that shattered, it was the entire shelf.I saw it breaking in slow motion and I ignored it. The shards flew inwards with the speed of arrows shooting into a void. I felt them as they entered me. They were more aware of me than you. I was a ravaged animal, I…
I would tell her about the octopus dream…How the creature felt like family. Was it floating in the air or was I deep in the water? Its eyes were full of intelligence, full of thoughts.It was a moment of divinity.It looked the way I would think a galactic ambassador looks like.It knows you intimately before…
I now believe there are things that should remain unwritten. Not all is meant to be exposed. A protective layer, such as our skin is crucial to our sustanance. You might regret having thought about it, so don’t even think about saying it. Shush, become pensive, take two moments. Do not rush to express yourself.…
A desolation is creeping up, I see the slithering snake, gorgeous creature, it thinks ‘here comes the dragon.’ Your eyes I follow, The gargoyles start rushing, they vocalise“Away, o,From spell and raptureBreak it now, shatter the vase.” A string was attached, like puppet and puppeteer. Master and animal. Unmet l*vers. I took you seriously until…
Some days ago I was in such a grave state that I could see people’s skeletons through their body.My grief was such that I dropped my own temperature. I even blamed it on an unknown ghostly presence. I felt the ancient hand of the first grim reaper firmly holding my left ankle, ready to pull…
Rising, the volcano ashes, the sea levels, the fog in a dreaded morning walk. I can smell each of the season’s stereotypes. The public’s chatter in the stores, the back and forth of the clerks, the tapping of the cards in the POS.Memory is a spy dressed in black, walking a la pointe becoming undistinguishable…