HOLLOWNESS

Whenever I feel myself succumbing to this supposed 'hollowness' within me, for being alone - for not having a companion to solidify my identity - I remember that the hollowness is instead filled with dreams and characters and narratives I am yet to live, or write, or read... I am full and whole and nourished by the perplex and jagged imagination I was blessed with. When I look beside me at an empty chair or a pair of furrowed brows, I sit back and close my eyes and return to my otherworldly solitude of books and films and dreams and writings, not envious or bitter or questioning, and I think how grateful I am for the arts, for the poets, and novelists, the painters, the filmmakers, the musicians - the dreamers - who tell me repetitively how important it is to know that there is always more. 

STARS DON'T DISAPPEAR 

The world I long for is not far East, nor North, nor West but is a presence, is a piece of myself that cannot be held, but always exists within me. Like a star on a sunny day.

EDGE OF THE EARTH 

Never have I felt content by the beach ... it is as though we are by the ends of both earth and ocean but when on the edge leaving it carries fear. 

KNOWN 

Being known is a mortifying ordeal. Not only does it involve allowing someone to see the worst of you and hoping they will want to resume a place in your life... but also, because it involves letting them see the best of you & hoping it actually means something to them.

FORGIVENESS 

Every time you forgive someone they’ll love you a little more, but you’ll stop loving them. So the day they love you the most, you’ll not feel anything for them anymore.

SOLITUDE

It’s so healing, so kind to wake up in a silent house.... Silently make your own tea & enjoy the intricate fullness of the morning silence; remaining unbothered by all outer and inner noise. It’s so elevating and pacifying to rejoice in the silent atmosphere of your own house and just silently block the rest of the world…it’s a slice of heaven.