Writing is Immortality

Writing is immortality. It is that flux between turning memories and fantasy into reality. You get inspired, you fall in love with that feeling, you want to keep that spark alive, so you write. You write about what inspires you, you write about who inspires you. You write, and write, and write, until you realize … Continue reading Writing is Immortality →

Fight

I don’t want someone to fight for me. I don’t want someone to fight against me. I want someone to fight with me. If that’s too much to ask, then I’ll fight alone regardless. I didn’t get this far to make it just here. I didn’t get this far by waiting around to prove my … Continue reading Fight →

Have You Seen Her Write?

Have you ever seen her write? 

Have you ever just sat, and watched her surrender as the paper devoured her soul, as the pen carved into the unmarked linings of reproduced trees? I have. I’ve seen her write. I’ve fallen asleep to the image of her etching patches of her soul into her diary. I’ve … Continue reading Have You Seen Her Write? →

Wings

I watched as she edged closer to my cliff. I watched as she inhaled my breath. I watched as she glanced down my abyss. I watched as she took the plunge. I watched as she spread her wings. I watched as she fell. I let her fall and I did not catch her -- with … Continue reading Wings →

Soundtracks

As the sun set behind the clouds on which they'd rested all day, I watched as my planet slowly spun into the shadows. I thought about how years ago, almost centuries ago, when "night fall" was seen as dangerous. When the human species started to fear the "demons" that came out to play -- what … Continue reading Soundtracks →