A Thousand Sleepless Nights: Airplanes
Looking into my own eyes, seeing the reflection of so many colorful lights The clouds, the sky borne on every other breath Can your soul get any higher than heaven?
Suicide Notes to Myself: The Wounds Will Heal. You’ll Be Okay.
Dear Reagan, I’m happy for the first time in a while. I can get up most mornings, happy to be breathing. Of course, I still have bad days where being six feet under sounds better than rising from my bed, but I’m better. It took a while to get here though. I wish […]
After the Storm: Bruised
my stage of grieving: anger Photo Credit: Michelle Ton
Letters of Abstraction: Dear Fear
Dear Fear, Do you use us as much as we use you? We mortals often confuse you for your twin. Terror. You and he are not so different, but he is that all-consuming fight or flight reaction when faced with death and pain. But you… you are Fear, not Terror. That nagging whisper in our […]
A Thousand Sleepless Nights: Wildflowers
From darkness to the brightest of sunlight they emerge The smallest of green tendrils that tie together above and below The perfect definition of a bridge between
After the Storm: Panic Attacks
my stage of grieving: denial
Suicide Notes to Myself: The Pain Will Fade
Dear Reagan, It’s almost summer and in the time leading up to now, you decided to stop letting your mental illnesses take over your life. Of course, that was easier said than done, and it’s not the easiest thing to ask depression to “Kindly get the f*** out of your life,” but the thought made […]
A Thousand Sleepless Nights: The Earth Post-Change
I leave this here for you, this sign of what is soon to be forgotten For when greenery gives way to gray and our cities are nothing more than cacophonous concrete coffins Because I remember when my mother drank freely from the rivers flowing through her childhood. The water is still clear in her dreams.
A Thousand Sleepless Nights: Introduction
What are these things inside me; these fist-curling, ink-splattering emotions? Drifting, late night thoughts sometimes do the best job to define who we are. The ideas that come to me at night end up becoming some of my most beautiful creations, and through A Thousand Sleepless Nights, I want to encourage evening ingenuity amongst all of […]
After the Storm: Per Aspera Ad Astra
“Per aspera ad astra” is a Latin phrase meaning “through hardships to the stars”. Everyone is fighting through their own struggles in the hopes of getting to the stars. For me, I recently broke ties with two of my best friends. It’s been a surreal experience. It’s been a challenge—countless breakdowns, panic attacks, and severe anxiety. At some points the difficulties […]