8.20

There may have been hundreds of planets, myriad societies Once thriving with life, That had been completely destroyed Annihilating every ounce of biology, And metamorphising into vapid wastelands. Everything is temporary, And yet in the face of potential world annihilation, Our ignorance and exageration of importance and superiority That make us believe we are impervious… Continue reading 8.20

June

Yesterday I was clarity, Today I am haze, Circumventing the ambiguity Of this convoluted maze. Momentarily I’ll find reprieve, Breaths lost and moments passed, Getting back to what I need Never came so fast. New eyes cleanse old thoughts And vanquish reused fears. What waits for me expectantly Makes this mind shift gears. Impatiently awaiting… Continue reading June

Breathe.

Self doubt weighs so heavily On my chest, Causing breathing To be an arduous task. What should come naturally, And seamlessly flow In and out of my body With a natural cadence, Is a battle fought Between my racing thoughts And stiff, obstinate organs.