“May the noise in you power you to grow to make music again”
Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.
Tag: memories
“Searching for Lost Pieces of Self”
Mid-sentence and crowded by a familiar stranger, something clicks over. The fear is back. The sweat percolates just below the blank space between each collar bone, in the narrow valley between … Continue reading “Searching for Lost Pieces of Self”
“I’ll see you on the other side,” he said.
“I’m not crying because I can’t have you,” he said, “I’m crying because I hurt you”
Shards through pores
Shards, poised beneath pale skin, wield a slicing, heart-stopping potential. Like glistening trophies amassed to memorialize years of endured pain — grains of silica grit that grind in your organs, before being melted and cast into … Continue reading Shards through pores
The great escape, sequence 32
As though I’d find that golden key, escaping from the corridors of my mind at 2:44 in the morning. Instead, revisiting familiar, forgotten rooms; the shelves that hide my adolescence … Continue reading The great escape, sequence 32