top of page

sol

I've come upon a time where it is a delicate, necessary requirement to give in to the invisible. Having shed so many skins, I find myself in the fiery inferno of transformation. The moment I poke my head up from the surface to make sure I'm in friendly waters. Innate energy reminds me of the connection we so preciously share. I can feel the freedom of blood that sprints through my veins again. When I can recall every beat and rhythm, which makes perfect sense. I can only say thank you.

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
luna

what she didn’t say crept up behind her. turned away from the light, and found familiar company the same way she left it.   still in her...

 
 
 
Dead That

It is now illegal to be mean to me. Of course, I’m writing to myself when I say this. I’d become too comfortable with self-critique; it...

 
 
 
Mysterious Intrigue

I teeter between worlds Leaving behind the dead leaves of my former self I can feel the fiery red impulse for what's next The moment I...

 
 
 

Commenti


bottom of page