Sometimes it etches

Sometimes it etchesit can only come through certain meansa word that’s embedded in nonsensein lines that aren’t continuousin languages unspokenbody parts unseen In flickers of candle lights at nightwhen one’s alone in the darkin blistering pain, hungerfrustration, exhaustion, boredomin the pain of a headachewhen one wants to dance but one can’t in the right placeContinue reading “Sometimes it etches”

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Choosing to be present

I went through a state of extreme confusion, frustration, and subtle fear. What is it that I want? What should I seek? How should I be? These series of confusing pieces just kept piling up with more and more questions, and less and less answers. I felt trapped and it felt horrible, Until I decidedContinue reading “Choosing to be present”