Scraps of Peace

A thousand lives pass by thirty-thousand and six feet below and yet I think it's me wasting away   because for every mile passed, I'm less than a minute older and yet a lifetime closer to the places imagination takes us.   In this moment of muted melody I come by scraps of peace and,... Continue Reading →

Lines

I got lost in the stars tonight and, in what felt like the very first time I discovered imaginary lines between the ever-present light They connected to the palm of my hand and from there, to my heart and all that I am They burned, so I could hardly stand I fell to my knees,... Continue Reading →

The Mechanism

Here, inside the Mechanism, we all have our place. We are billions of data points, billions of simple machines, and together, we turn the gears inside the Pocket Watch. While one promotes Industry and causes great influx of revenue, another seeks to extricate himself of Currency. One works to feed the Mechanism, and the other... Continue Reading →

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