Dark Gray

Your true color is dark gray, muddy, half devoid of substance as if it couldn’t be enough. Your halo is gray and tilted to one side and I saw cracks in your demeanor. For a while I looked at myself and saw some of you reflected as I slowly turned light gray from a pure white. Your color is dark gray, beautiful, but grimy and it brings me down and I wonder what it must feel like to carry that weight with you of pouring out uncontrollably as you hold on to fragments from when you fell to the floor and shattered. I am an act of self-love, in constant motion, and ever so willing to give the little pieces of light that I hold in my hands, but I can’t share that light if all you’ll do is obscure my path.


Radical Behaviorism

It’s all a matter of consequence. This consequential operation determines who you will be minutes from now, tomorrow, or three years from today. We build these schedules of habits around us and bow down to them—who could have imagined that something so abstract like that would become our master, our God. Breaking the chains that hold on to our minds can only occur when something throws us out of orbit, but we’re so easily engrossed in the gravitational pull of heartbreaking habits that who knows if we’ll have the strength to release ourselves—to break the contingency. There are few with the knowledge of what it takes to break and knowledge is power, so will they break or build that which enslaves the rest?

Watery Reflections

So ethereal, the way the water pools into my cupped hands; its velvety caress and the cacophony of unpatterned rhythm lure me in to a tantric state. The being becomes what it surrounds itself with, the enlightenment comes from acceptance and awareness of this magical world around us. I am on a higher plane and outer space can be so refreshing.