Where do I start? The image in the mirror mouths the question with me. My eyes are bleary, and dull, as I stare into the mirror at my thin body. My sparkling blue eyes are empty; my full red lips droop downward in an apathetic expression of my emotion. What…

Sounds and colors combine to form a vision of a mouth turning letters into words I wish that I could believe in everything that I hear but they are only words even though they are trusted by millions of faces somewhere out there in the glowing clouds of static they are only words even though they feel so smooth sliding down my ear I’d like to see them put into practice before I buy them and take them home

They gave us life but they were overlooked in favour of those who gave us a momentary laugh and then left us longing for the next one that never came all those worker bees the hive doesn’t miss until they have left tired and overtired of being forgotten by the queen they give us love but they are traded away for another moment with someone who won’t be there when the time of struggle comes and we find ourselves without

Why did this happen? Why don’t those things happen instead? It can be easy to get trapped in a circle of wondering. A place where we spin around in an endless cycle of doubt, questions, and more questions. What can we do about that? Many philosophies and methods are offered…

Controlling, toxic situations. Environments where fear is encouraged and the truth is censored. Abusive people who look at others as objects to be used. When we live in these toxic spaces it affects our thinking more than we realize. If all we feed our minds is the fear, anger, and…

If the only light reflected in my iris were the tongues of fire I can see through a crack in the door of my brick-lined cell would it be possible to feel hope? the air turns bitter as smoke billows up from the pages of that book detailing the world I always knew do I have a prayer do I hate the answers because they set fire to all the things I wanted to believe and was encouraged to? a whisper crosses my lips

Freedom is a dangerous thing. People can say things that we don’t like. They may even say things we hate. Perhaps that is why safety has been placed as a filter over freedom of speech. We are free to say what we wish as long as we feel safe. The…

Fit in! Don’t stand out! Don’t ask questions! Every day there are many commands shouted at us to conform. …

I breathe in as shades of green are washed out with an air of chill where summer used to melt the breath streaming from my mouth I breathe in and write another line in my journal as the ground is frozen around my feet and the spirit of the world spits at my skin I breathe out a strange calm a quiet strength that has settled the violence in my soul