“home”

I have never felt at home. Not where I live nor in any of the places I travel to. And the purpose behind traveling is not to find home. The reason I do it is to see everything. To experience this world in its fullest. To know why this place is not...

small things

Every time I talk about her I think “this might be the last time I ever talk about her” and a sense of foreboding overcomes me. It’s the same kind of excited tension you feel when you consider rope or broken glass. That fleeting, flickering “what if” of never agains....

to a year of warmth

I have plenty of journal entries, notes on dreams, bad poems, love letters, and short stories that I have written over the years. Many of these works involve temperature, namely suffering in the cold and desiring heat. Warmth was always the ideal, the out of reach...

culmination of an idea

I resent the thought that family is everything. That’s not to say I don’t love my family. I have a truly wonderful family. However to believe that one’s family is everything seems at best blissfully ignorant, and at worst short sighted and discriminatory. To love your...

rambling 11/25/20

Today I sat outside in the cold for the first time since being warm. There were so many thoughts fluttering about in my mind. Music hummed along with the sound of the wind through the trees and the ghost of a feeling began to well somewhere distant in me. I thought...

reflection

It has been over a year now since I began my search for something more real. I spent days atop mountains in solitude and Silence searching out truth. I fought demons at night and struggled against powers I had never known. My faith swayed continually from physical to...