::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Saturday, September 7, 2013


Air forced harsh into unwilling lungs, 
Heart flying directly for the sun
Skin crusted with salt of tears and sweat
Mind reeling as I fail at accepting this new reality. 

I force the bile down, life becoming too hard to swallow. The room spins and for a moment I'm certain the sky is falling. But it's me.


Eyes open and slow deep breaths return.  
Yet I still exist in a newly fractured reality.

I manage to catch my sinking heart, gather my breath, and stand on shaking legs. 

I am strong. 
I am strong. 
I am strong. 

But I can still be broken.