There are certain mysteries that if we continue to ignore, we may never know the answers. My heart can take the pain and my mind can endure the torment. But maybe the world can’t sustain any longer. Maybe that emotion called love, fell short. And maybe the fire that is happiness inside of all of us burns and dances far weaker than we ever had thought.

Perhaps then, these are mysteries that we have ignored and assumed about. Or, just never bothered to question or learn, or respect. Perhaps the hollow images that fill in and make the reality we…


The steady beat of relaxing music. The rise and fall of your chest as you breathe deeply. And then there’s that blank emptiness in the middle of what we perceive as our heads that’s noticing all of these things. If we are headless, and we are empty, and we are simply watching and observing the world play out before us, then what?

The chock of this keyboard as my fingers hammer away at the keys, per the command of my brain sending signals down. I’m trying to draw conclusions and connections between all these things that perhaps were taken for…


It can’t just all be darkness. It can’t just all be nothing. Somewhere in that void, there’s something. I’ll find it. I just have to keep looking. Just because something is one way every single time, does not mean it will always be that way. When the mind runs, sometimes my fingers fall behind. When the music plays and the lights dim, and the world slows down for just a second, there’s all these layers of beauty. Can you feel it? You just have to experience it. It doesn’t have to make sense. And that’s where a lot of us…


It’s been a long time since I’ve written. I mean, I tried to do a hand written journal entry a couple of days ago. Or maybe even a week or two? I might be losing track of time with this quarantine thing. Unfortunately, my mind does seem less creative. Like I haven’t been tapping into the mine of creativity that I usually have. But there are random moments lately where I think of a good one-liner but I never write it down. I know that this situation is weighing down on me and maybe I’m playing it off lightly. I…


Dear Friend,

Last we spoke, we danced around the idea of finding our balance.

I have not found my balance.

It is however, something I strive towards everyday. I most certainly do not like absolutes, but I think it safe to say that life teaches us lessons whether we like them or not. Whether we notice or not. Whether we tread forward or backward for that day. For there is even a balance in “noticing” too closely and not noticing at all. …


You can type your life away.

But it’s far from the same feeling that you have when you write it away. When you pronounce each letter and stroke and punctuation and let it leak out of your soul. The speed against the hesitancy. That same haste versus the decisions that must be made, and the tangents that follow.

For if we focus with more intensity, will we truly be more creative? …


Reality

There is often a land that I dream of. From far away, in a time that expands non-linearly from the timeline that you and I have stumbled upon. I often wonder what lays beyond the thick mist that always inhabits each scene I might peer into. I wonder why and how, and where and when. I wonder who and with, and what and what not.

It seems eerie that these dreams befall me, like recalling memories of a life long forgotten, or perhaps one not yet fulfilled.

The entanglement that unites us frees my mind and opens my eyes…


A prologue to the book I never wrote:

When dark cold nights are no longer silent, and growing whispers pierce through the fragile veil of peace, the townsfolk hide away. Soft cold snow fell indecisively only to be broken and pressed under the freshly forged adamantite boots founding the knight’s armor set. Hanging scantily clad from his waist were two bastard swords nearly long enough to make trails in the fresh snow and craft their own impression. Their adorning sheaths were worn, matching the wear on the exposed hilts. He wore no banner on his heavily scratched breastplate. Behind him…


The birds sang, and we might have made it. We ran along the meadow, freely, following the river bank as far as we could. We laughed, we played, made stupid jokes even. The water flowed serenely down the way, as we stared and got lost in the enormity of ripples. It was all so surreal you know? That day, laughing and playing, because that was when not many things mattered. When you woke up and each day really was a brand new day full of adventures and completely free of yesterday’s problems. We were kids then and even if we…


And there stood before me an idea which was neither manifested or created. It had seemingly announced it’s existence and once others in it’s presence were privy to such facts, adjusted their behaviors accordingly.

I cannot confidently say what happened that shallow night, let alone find the right words to describe to you the mystery it self.

It all in all felt consuming, ready to swallow whole the first being it might encounter.

I thought the electricity in my veins that balance with each pulling night proved that our orbits had crossed. That we’d meet again. But slowly my human…

Jerrik Neri

Attempter of stringing together nonsensical words to describe emotions.

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