3/17/18 thoughts | leaving behind

the box hidden in the corner, unlocked and open. within were things left behind, looked so fragile, untouched. seeing memories that weren't mine, i learned it was what she took, not what she left behind that mattered to her most. ------- there is so much emphasis on the things one has. the things one wears [...]


Music video review: MONDO GROSSO / ラビリンス

There's something so powerful and romantic about this video. The cinematography is shot well with a clear vision of beginning to end. I admire and wish I could dance so freely as the woman in the video does; so comfortably in city streets as if she's in her home like a child at play. Similarly, [...]

3/11/18 thoughts

It's okay to grapple with your feelings. We all do it and quite often. It's the behind-the-scene-parts we don't show, nor can we really. It's those internal lightning sparks we make when the connections come clear and we can somehow find resolution to how we are feeling in any given moment of the day. We [...]

take care

The mind has its own mind. It will keep going, thinking, planning, worrying, strategizing long after my head rests on the pillow. There's this conflict at play. Breathing usually assists in balancing the whole being. Like opened windows in summer's day as new air freshens long dormant corners and walls. The machine of my body [...]

moments with those who stand out

We wandered in the nearby supermarket. It was small. It was unfamiliar. Words were written in different languages and we decided without deciding that we'd come here every morning until we left. You got me eating muesli and I crave it to this day. Muesli with soy milk and some fruit. I miss our walks [...]

love first

I wish I could see the sonogram of your heart, When your love first became a seed and grew bigger. With each passing day, limbs grew and feelings developed. Your heart became more than what it looked like. It could flex and move, bigger and smaller. It could break and mend And it had the [...]

parallel lives

We wound up in the car, Driving over crosswalks and bridges, Little minute parallels of destinations. Paths intersecting in every direction, Like fireworks bursting in the sky, Falling down, disappearing in seconds. Like our ideas that spark suddenly, Brain synapses lighting monitors of MRI. There is life in machines like us.      

more 2/17/18 thoughts

I'm feeling this overflow of inspiration. Not a feeling of complete freedom and happiness, but the kind of creativity that has puffy eyes from insomnia or intensity from the heart and the mind. Something raw. Something imperfect. A need that surges through all the pathways in my body and craves a way to keep flowing [...]

2/17/18 thoughts

We are strips of fabric, patterned in different designs. The edges have different linings and some have strays of thread. Some of our pieces were cut from scissors, while others were torn by hand. There is no size too big or too small because they represent only a piece of what we all are as [...]