Essays, fiction, and reflections on memory, culture, and life. 🎙 Please allow me to, Clareifi...
Have you ever looked into a dream? Used your eyes to try to see inside your mind? I drift to sleep wondering what I might find. Warm colors mixed with nothing, black. I’m forcing it; hold back. Take a breath and hold it there. Now let it go and
everyword
Time, Consumerism, and the Illusion of Joy
I told you that I had to go back to work tomorrow, and I wasn’t sure how it was going to be because I’ve been really out of it for the last couple of months and even though I had people backing me up, I’d probably have
I went to see you today. I wanted you to know that people still love you, care about how you feel, forgive you, and admire who you became and what you accomplished despite it all. I'm one of those people. And so here we were. I sat in
One and a half? Less than two. It only takes a couple of hours at most to get there. Once we’re there, it’s always ten, fifteen, or sometimes twenty degrees cooler than it is at home. 8668 feet. I looked it up. That’s why it’s so
poetry
Ambition leaking from a broken bottle that I threw away. Disease spilled our dreams upon the floor. Jazz muted in the back of my mind. I can no longer hear your advice but can still take it. I’m going to make it. I promise I’ll try. The day
life
Late-night thoughts…💠Holding on to the roots of a brittle tree that gave way in his hands, breaking off piece by piece. New growth replaced what was lost, but as it grew from his chest, it left in its place a vulnerability to be protected, though often neglected. What'
everyword
Thought I’d offer some levity from my usual melancholy hot takes… Thoughts are fleeting, however, and the state of the world has only amplified my anxiety. I did make it a priority to read and write more over the past week. I found a new favorite app to track
life
The character is an old man who was never religious. Now death is near and he only has religion. He feels like it’s not enough. He needs something more to face death. He needs something to soothe his spirit.
poetry
volta I can’t feel it It’s gone Where there was once hope Only darkness While there are moments of joy Mostly sadness Perspective is relative Self-awareness brings clarity Live up to your responsibility What example will you set? While you sulk and cry and fret If not for
everyword
I used to look to my dad for help when I wasn’t sure how to handle something. Growing up, he was the only person that I ever felt comfortable with. I have a sadness that comes over me now. It comes in waves. I know that part of it
everyword
What do you believe happens to our souls when we die? Do you believe in the idea of human life possessing a soul to begin with? My dad was a man of science. Now suffering from Alzheimer’s, he may or may not answer if you were to ask him