I am a details person. Small moments, gliding light, tinkering spoons kind of person. However, I am also often one to be overtaken by the capacity and the anxieties of the human heart, the glut of mine and others’ around me. It is easy to succumb to these onsets of feeling and lose all sense of placement and perspective. You should lose your place, sometimes. But the heart is made of intricate chambers. Other times, you need merely pull up a quiet chair and listen to the workings instead of thinking about the work, and remember that we are all … Continue reading Small moments, the best ones…

 I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favorite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. Whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget it’s details later on … Continue reading I do hope …

When I was younger, I’d lie in bed with my eyes closed, and rub my eyelids until I saw little patterns of light. I’d pretend they were stars, and I’d lull myself to sleep imagining I was floating through the infinity of space. Phosphenes – that’s what those little patterns of light are called. Now I know the scientific name, and that they’re caused by a mechanical stimulation of the retina. As a small child however, I felt like I was experiencing the most perplexing and magical phenomenon in existence. I never saw stars again- until I met you. Your … Continue reading Young …

Toutes les fois où je prends mon crayon,Je griffonne ton nom.Dès que j’ouvre les yeuxJe vois chaque lettre se détacher dans les cieux,Et dans mes rêves les plus tendres, les plus fousJe murmure ton nom, mes lèvres collées sur ta joue.Je t’entraîne dans cette langoureuse, douce étreinte,Jusqu’à ce que le jour enfin pointe.J’aurai passé ma nuit, du bout du doigt, à te dessinerParcourant chaque parcelle de ton corps,T’amenant avec moi au bord,De l’extase, de la jouissance, rompus, émerveillés.Avant que le sommeil ne m’emprisonnePar mes lèvres entrouvertesS’échappe doucement le doux son… Continue reading Je griffonne ton nom…

I was concentrating on kissing the earth with my footsteps when I noticed the gentle wind lovingly playing with my hair. Then a warm ray of sunlight stroked the back of my neck. I was flooded with the realization that the whole universe loved me back… Continue reading The kiss

I try to see beyond the surface of things, I feel as though I’m already unearthing incredible things. Like I said before, I feel my experience in life has become richer, my understanding stronger. I believe what I believe a bit more passionately. I feel a little bit happier, a little more awake. And those seemingly small changes really change everything. The magic of exploration is that life becomes a more dynamic place, a more beautiful place. And that’s because you become a more dynamic, beautiful person. Emotion plays a central role in our lives, whether we choose to express … Continue reading Emotions …

To grab ahold of the good things that come your way.To walk through the door and see what is on the other side.To see yourself clearly.To accept that life is not perfect, but it is a gift.To love another without holding back.To forgive someone and move on.To let go of what you once knew and get to know life as it is now.To walk into a room (a world) full of strangers and introduce yourself.To live to a higher standard.To accept that you are not who you once were and will never be again.To admit you didn’t have it right … Continue reading It takes courages…

I should say so much more than I do. I have made promises that have disappeared with the winter, weaved dreams out of desperation. There are constant reminders all around us that nothing is ever constant, that we need to cling on to every opportunity of love and beauty. When I write about the words in my head, my fingers and tongue snarl at my inadequacies. I really wish we could all be kinder to the people around us, and to ourselves (it sounds so simple, it’s not). There are prayers we hum in the dark, things that are hidden … Continue reading June

It comes at quiet moments; the longing feeling that exists deep down in the most secret parts of your soul.  You may not admit it to others– you may even have a hard time admitting it to yourself–but the truth is, you ache to be more. You look at your life and there are still goals you want to achieve, insecurities you want to beat, decisions you want to make, love you want to find and feel, passions you hope will one day be ignited and paths that you pray will become clear.  You want to know what it feels … Continue reading Quiet moments…

I am realizing people hurt in different ways. No pain looks the same. They don’t laugh at the same jokes. They stop tending to the garden. Leave all the lights off. Pick at their fingernails. I try not to focus on what their hurt looks like so much anymore, but what still remains the same; their perfume, their favorite colors and hiding places, and what it means to feel better. Getting out of bed. A good, warm lunch at the diner. Curling their hair or doing the dishes. Regardless of what sadness looks like, wearing their body like old clothes, … Continue reading People hurt in different ways …