There is a universe inside my chest turning into a black whole instead of being born. It wants so badly to live but the ruler of my cosmos is Death and disintegration is the way of things here. So instead of watching the light show of beautiful dreams coming into being, I watch the darkness … More What Waits in the Dark
I am not human. I may look like it on the surface sometimes, but my face changes in certain light and I look different from every angle. Don’t be fooled by my shape: we are not the same underneath our skin. In the depths of my flesh, I am something wild and ancient, something … More I Am Not Human
Stop hiding from the calling to rise, for you were always destined to become a mountain. A range of foothills living in the shadows at your feet can never meet you eye to eye. There is life at every elevation, and different beings grow at every height. But you must make do with conversations with … More The Secret Life of Mountains
I’m lit up on the inside, and there is no turning it off. You can see it in my eyes. Fires are the hottest in their center, and they don’t expire quickly when there is so much yet to burn. I can’t help but notice what a man throws away and grow towards every dead … More A High Degree of Shining
Things always change the moment I make peace with what is. I contemplate until I reach the essence in the foundations of existence. What a journey it is, to be a traveler, never in one place for long enough to get comfortable. Such is the nature of a shift. I stretch so far beyond myself … More The Nature of a Shift
I never thought my life would make it this long, and that’s why my bones think I’m already dead, crackling as if the foundation of a world the Gods had enough of has come to crumbling. The moment a Titan exhales to blow out the flames before realizing how much has already burned. And grains … More The Great Unknown
I’m turning to stone by the eyes of the witch, but the only eyes here are mine. Looking too closely for too long at my own design, focused on how other I am, my body no longer knows how to pretend to be human. Is this my skin turning into a cosmic egg to incubate … More The Undoing
There is a melancholy whisper in my soul that beckons me to come close for a kiss in my depths when I am alone. A hidden place only l know; a secret behind my eyes: the inexplicable thing people sense when they wander too near. Too akin to darkness for comfort, for them. But for … More The Language of Water
By the art, I grieve the loss of the old me, letting go of my grip on identity, for there are no names to define what I have always been and always will be. A droplet of light upon the earth for a moment, then back into The Light with The All, brighter for the … More The Journey of Light
My Angel found me just in time to get me ready to go. He gives me a safe place to leave my skin behind and grow a new one; Put on light instead of all this iron. For who can be content in a metal cast, so heavy so no one can ever see who … More The Keeper of Lights
Creature Speak - The Language of Creaturehood 