I hang on the tightrope of sanity with barely any familiarity with the concept. I climb the bell curve towards the average and what’s…
I’ve never readpoetry.
Do words have to mean or does meaning hide itself in the silent melody? My heart sings without words and my words mean…
I heard truth in the enraged words, and I bowed to the beauty hidden in the desperate screams. And the guttural singing of a…
It is bleak out there. It shouldn’t be.
My voice is here, somewhere.
I can hear it. I don’t hear it with sound, though, I don’t hear it with words. I hear…
In the dark forest of life, flames shine bright, and distant beacons cut the night, illuminating crowds and showing the way.
There is a place where the streets are made of information, where humans and machines are indistinguishable, where attention is a…
And before the word, there was nothing. Not even “nothing” because there was no word to describe it. The…
