Do you remember the day you died? The lights of the 7/11 glared against the hood of the Mustang. Mist condensed against the windshield. You stepped in a puddle. The water soaked through the flat of your shoe and in between your toes. The moon was waning and bland. The…

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown” (H.P Lovecraft). — - Are we alone? Who else is out there, among the stars. I used to sit and stare at the sky for hours, wondering who…

This is not an essay. This is simply a collection of thoughts written down for the sake of my own sanity. Recently I’ve been feeling like the color gray. I can give no specific reason for why the color gray, except that gray is everything and nothing. I have the…

Loneliness is ever present. We are alone from the moment of conception to the fading breaths of our death. I absolutely adore “The Loneliness of Specific Objects”. Throughout my life I have struggled with a lack of visibility. I feel unseen by myself, my peers, and the world around me…

When I was a child, and lived with my Father, I had a stained glass triptych. I used to stare for hours at the kaleidoscopic beams of light that filtered through its tinted panes. I’ve never had or felt a connection to God, or whatever God may be, but the…

Writing is human connection through the invisible ties of processing minds; The relationship between writer and reader creating internal art. Writing matters. Writing is a medium through which anything is possible. Writing creates life, destroys worlds, falls in and out love constantly, and exists in a liminal space of the mind of the reader. Without writing, expression is bland.