Sometimes the only cure is to create. The grinding gears of a frustrated soul churn the waters of poetry and sets fingers afire. You are a creative being. Within you is that fire, that water, that earth. That wind that blows when pressure systems build and meet in the atmosphere. Droplets fall to the …
Category: creativity
silence
If I squint my eyes closed tightly, and push my dry palms into the sockets, I can see the stars colliding and far-off galaxies expanding. I can see the universe in the darkness and the silence. Try it, you’ll see. Pin pricks of light overlaid with spinning geometric patterns and psychedelic circles and hazy, globuolus …
