Cool mind, calm hands. Tight focus, tense grip. The mind echoes the body; the body, the mind. My hands race after my thoughts- they’ll never catch up. My feelings chase after my sensations- why do I react this way? The body cannot answer the mind; the mind, the body.
“Where did all the good go? Baby, this is where you’re dead wrong” -“Here’s to the Zeroes” by Marianas Trench He was righteously angry, blood simmering to a boil, hands and heart hot to the touch. Her voice was in his head- “There’s nothing left, Michael, you’ve just got to accept that,” Becca had sighed.… Continue reading Day 121: Zeroes
What would wickedness look like, if it were tangible? If you could touch it- even if only to throw it in the garbage bin- how would it feel? It could be sharp: hundreds of knives cutting, wounding, slicing their way through everything to wreak destruction. It could be smooth: silky, luscious, seducing its way in… Continue reading Day 118: Wicked
In the beginning, they tell us. Once upon a time. A long time ago. Yesterday. Last week, last month, tomorrow. Time seems like a line- does physics make it stationary? An object, four dimensional, that we experience without control? Or is it a sea? Do our strokes, origins, matter?
Can we ever truly know? What is obvious may not be such, and what is clear may be cloudy. Can we ever possibly say, “Yes, I know it to be so”? Never- there are too many factors, too many variables. We walk through every day, trusting what our eyes see, yet blind to how our… Continue reading Day 104: Knowing
Can a feeling be bottled? Can you store the essence of a moment, keep that quiet joy on a shelf to be pulled out and experienced again? Some moments feel immortal- a rare few, precious and fleeting. Can we stop them from receding? When your favorite song is on, when you’re dancing and laughing, when… Continue reading Day 42: Bottled
She had an itch, and she needed to scratch it. Scrape her nails along it until her skin turned to white burning lines. Rub it and itch it and pick and claw and tear until- relief. She didn’t know how to. What she couldn’t fathom was this: how do you scratch an itch that isn’t… Continue reading Day 35: An Itch