indiedoodles

Maybe this time isn’t about emotions.Maybe this time is about realizations.This time is about what I do for a living, other than write about falling in and out of love and the pain and high that hold hands with that. Maybe this time, I tell you that I started off as a copywriter and got […]

“From reaching out to letting go. Our hands are the same, stretched outwards.” – M. Etre I felt I unclenched anxiety – my fingers uncurled – stretched outwards, a release –hands open with prayer…asking for both our relief There’s a sense of beauty in hands when they unclenchwhen they aren’t closed into fists I did […]

And then I realizedThe plot twist wasn’t much of a twistIt was alignmentI did not fall into a tornado of shit I slacklined without noticingThe balance of the stick of rationaleWobbled against my willBut the will of my body and mind One foot ahead of the the nextThe rope vibrated the closer I got to […]

“All that space…”Gorgeous carpet of starsA canvas for the moonA home for milky ways and solar systemsVast, endless, story-full of big bangsNew worldsA feast for lovers when it shoots starsA muse for poets when Earth becomes a bore “My love won’t even fit in all that space” points to the sky “Space things apart”The breather, …