This body is my ticket home - My one-way trip from one form to another.

I’ve been wanting to write this for a bit, Like a story that burrows deep in your brain and takes its sweet ass time until your fingers can pick at it.

And when I finally sit in front of the screen with a blinking curser and a blank page - Every word I wanted to say disappears.

So, I type on a road to nowhere.

To what destination - who knows? Do we ever know the why of anything though?

Life and death and death and life,
But what about that secret third thing?
Like the breath, we only ever think about the inhale and exhale.

But there is that sacred void in the in-between - The space where we hold liminality, Where we are both full and empty at once.

Welcome to my Library.
Part chaos, pleasure, musings, magic, existential crisis, love, grief, and life.
Enjoy,