I’m sitting still, empty through unrealized words of my body. In this stillness the ambiance of my surroundings is sensed undetermined. I find peace and gratitude is not forceful, appreciated.
Categories: Life
Tagged: consciousness, night, Poetry, rest
hotel balcony, Brisbane
Originally uploaded by Well Wisher
A white building with many black windows and black balconies with metal shaped like lace stands in the city night. There is a terrible noise growing from the street level, of automobiles and stiff, leather boots and people shouting their different lives at one another. The light [...]
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: beauty, citylife, delicacy, dreamy, night, urban, wonder
I tapped out beats on the steering wheel with two friends in the car; the radio sounded smooth and the air felt cold. My friend next to me yelled at three girls walking by while the other ducked under the window, embarrassed. I remembered being fourteen and having a pen thrown at me from a [...]
Categories: Life
Tagged: cars, friends, night, nonfiction