Sweet Sadness

Loving someone is both sacred and vile. Vile because it, the thing we cannot name, becomes something that binds us in light and darkness; surely will grow or change while it creeps into some dark, rusty, abandoned place, through circumstance, non-believing, or some other form of organic drizzling. Like a remnant memory from one of…

On Corrosion

This seems to me like the season of corrosion. Where all we know and what we thought we wanted to know, seeps next to us, first as light and then as this entity that we discover asĀ corrosive. Corrosive elements are dangerous things, they burn, they twist, they smoke, and then at times, burst into flames….