The fight

I have been fighting hallucinations of my parents past. Carrying projections of iridescent shadows weighing heavy on my shoulders. I have my very own armor to fight this war. Is this even my war? I ask. And then continue to fight against my own knowing forcefully expected. I must endure to exist as superficially there … Continue reading The fight

The Purpose

To embody all your imperfections is your divine purpose. Shake every crooked broken limb Loosing its submissive armor. Add waves to merge the water colors into growing mirrors. See into your inner eye and drop into galaxies expanding. Adventurous hearts and curious minds, Opening to all possible timelines. Playing out in one sparkle Exploding into … Continue reading The Purpose