Upon your skin, marks have gathered over time.Waxy, raised, layered, as though something has settled softly onto the surface and stayed.They arrive with the passing of the years, these gentle accumulations, appearing quietly where once the skin was clear. Your… Read More ›
Something feels dimmed.The spark you used to carry,the sense of wonder, the aliveness,the quiet connection to something greater,all of it feels far away.Not quite sadness.More like a light that has gone soft and still. You are not broken.You have not… Read More ›
Upon your skin there are marks that are wholly your own.Small points where something has gathered, darkened, and settled at the surface.Some you have carried since birth, and some have arrived along the way. Your skin is holding these marks… Read More ›
There is a pain that arrives like a storm.Piercing, one-sided, gathered around the eye and the temple, sharp beyond words.It comes in cycles, in clusters, returning at its own hour, and it asks everything of you while it lasts. Your… Read More ›
You love them.You know you are safe with them.And still, in the closest moments,something in you tightens.A quiet urge to pull back,to look away, to protect a part of youeven here, even with them. You are not broken.You are not… Read More ›
In the small, unguarded moments, your hand rises to your mouth.A biting, a nibbling, a quiet gnawing at the very tips of your fingers.It happens in the waiting, in the worrying, in the still moments when something inside feels restless… Read More ›
You only meant to glance at it.A few headlines,a moment of catching up.And hours later,it is still with you,a heaviness in your chest,a low unease you cannot quite put down. You are not too sensitive for the world.You are not… Read More ›
At the very top of you, where you meet the heavens, something is flaking away.A shedding at the crown. A dryness, an irritation, a quiet letting go of small pieces of yourself.It gathers where your thoughts live, where your spirit… Read More ›
Just as you settle into stillness, something in your legs begins to stir.A restlessness. A crawling. An urge to move that will not quiet.It rises most in the quiet hours, when you long to rest, and it keeps you from… Read More ›
It began with an eye. Not a human eye, not an animal eye, but something so enormous that I found myself drawn impossibly close to it, as close as I could possibly be, close enough to study every detail of… Read More ›