Days of Bjork, street noise, and insomnia

Going on the same path, headed different directions

Sometimes the feel of hurt tastes so sweet and it can be tasted by the tip of the tongue as if it was just yesterday when I found all reason in you; a low point, I know, to believe that that would do but it felt safe it felt like home amid the world of

Off into the rainbow

Please believe me, my hands are soft and flowers rest on them like my heart and these soft words, almost muted for you to you, whom I’ve rejected and who has rejected me in return to you, who travels far and wide looking I trail behind, distantly so that you don’t see me knowing that

When I pissed myself in China

No, it’s not something that I’m proud of; it never is, but some moments are so effing awkward, traumatic, yet thrilling that I have to write about it. The smell of sweat when you’re traveling alone for two straight days; running about here and there, trying to figure shit out while you follow rules less

Deep night with a douchebag

Southeast Asian beaches remind me of him. I was young, the night was wild, the winds were gently blowing over my face, and there was mystery light blinking from a ship afar. The stars were crystal clear and bright, the breeze was warm. My skin was radiating even in the dark. So warm it all

Nonchalance

Escalates up

Travelling on the back of a pickup with you Standing up, wind blowing through our shirts, Hairs over our faces; can barely see the smile Guitar playing in our inner ears The city looms with chaos There’s chaos in our hearts It escalates up  

Zoning out as usual

After almost 24 hrs without sleep in LA and a day of walking around in China, I’m just as is near the himalayas. Dusty roads and birds chirping around me mid daylight, but I’m just lying in bed inside. Staring at the cracked ceiling Filled with love.    

Book I’m not gonna read, sketch I’m not gonna draw

Something happens when I head to the east. Way more interested in soaking in the air, sounds, and sights; the honking of the cars, the hustling and bustling of people, random music, everything. Sitting on the rooftop watching people walk. Two years ago I went into a spell of whatever the f it was when

Kicking rocks for no reason

I remember when I had an epiphany that I would ultimately forget again. It was during one of my first jobs in an office as a collage student. That job was where I had gotten a taste of the adult working world. There was a creepy mathematics dude who used to always stop by my

Ignorant Ingrid

“I just kind of… did it, you know? It was one of those situations where you just sort of… roll off a train, and just land here. That’s how I ended up settling out here.” “… well that’s dumb”

Lucky birds

Another year, and the birds are still riding the river on a floating sheet of ice. How awesome it must be to be them; enjoying the fresh outdoors while hanging out as a group with fellow flocks-mates. Just travelling on a mission together, sitting and checking out the cool scenery together, flying about and getting

Pedestal

I put you on a pedestal, With fighting fish crawling under the mud at your feet In a serene place enchanted with greenery Where the rain drops with fragrant flowers All around you, and at your feet Where the monkeys laugh and play in swings atop balconies, And the dragon snake slithers through the skies

Satisfaction

You and me, side by side, on the back of a rattling bus Looking at each other smilingly; while hair strands fly across my face from the harsh winds that barge through the window Along this crazy, winding, bumpy ride. There’s so much joy bursting inside me, acknowledging that I get to touch your warm

So please, try

I’ll be long gone. You won’t see my face again my friend, so please, try.

The bloke at the airport

The bloke at the airport. London town, all year around. With heavy London accent and a surprisingly friendly assistance. Took ama across the airport; an old one pushing one older. Tattoos on his arms indicate years of wrong decisions. But this is London town, his home, his land, and his particular accent says it all.

My blissful chaos

Wow I miss it so much; life in the east where the sun rises and you’re always drunk on love. A place filled with holy gods and goddesses watching you from every street corner as you pass by with a helpless smile, eyes closed and head tilted towards the sky. High on dust and dirt.

Jungles of Cambodia

Is it white heaven or green hell? The water droplet glides across a green leaf and falls into the ground as if it knows what it’s doing. It’s over 100 Fahrenheit weather and my mind is clouded with steaming and scorching fog. Forehead throbs with painful memories that become ever so pleasurable and vivid with each

Vibrant Cuban ambitions and vacuous commercial air along the South Beach streets

2016/05/06

Travelling contemplations

To Paradise

It’s time To go back to paradise. To feel the soft, hot, sun crawl around painted skin. To let the ocean waves tease legs; leave it with a taste of some salty, pungent memory. And to let the warm breeze blow all troubles away. To be able to close eyes and breathe in sweet air

Subtle Warmth of the White Cotton Blanket

Raindrops on banana leaves and subtle warmth of the white cotton blanket distant strumming of the whiny guitar rhythmic drumming of my heart; beat like songs from the paddy fields during monsoon. Sunshine and rainbows runway clouds and fantasies taste of fruits so sweet they cause pain and sounds of birds; tweet so loud, they

Loyal love in the slow city

2011/07 Is the love that I have as deep as Radha’s love for Krishna? Is it eternal like time? What is this love? Can you feel this love as you observe a faithful dog follow its master. Such a loyal companion it is, made just for one. Can you sense this love as you watch

Kathmandu Rooftop

2011/07 If I were to stand out here naked with my feelings of anxiousness only, could you understand? Above I see the dark skies and the stars and when I look to the left; the large mountains. Above the Kathmandu roof I stand in, with airplanes shooting by with anger. It’s only a matter of