Tis a peculiar place, that where memories reside. Peculiar still that they call it a ‘bank’ when it’s really nothing of the sort. In a bank assets are stored. Neatly. Sequentially. With order and reason. One may consciously choose to select a memory at any given time, to access that data, analyse it, delete … Continue reading If Memories Lived in a Bank…
Much of this world exists to me as white noise; Static energy. Interference from the masses. White noise. An all too apt name for this game. Just the relentless and infinite popping and crackling of darkness and light. Relentless and infinite and loud. Because it is loud, in all its varying shades of human grey. … Continue reading White Noise
In this life time, we hold mirrors up for each other. Each and every one of us. In each and every encounter. An exchange of energy, yes, but also a valuable chance to really see 👀 ourselves. Through the eyes of another. How you feel about me. . . The thoughts that arise, the judgements … Continue reading Mirrors
She. The bearer of all of life. World's encompassed by womb. Cycle aligned with the moon. Her cloak heavy, of worries and woes. Yours as well as her own. She wears it for a life time. An accessory to the double x chromosome. She. Strong as an ox. Infused with the spirit of those that … Continue reading She.