• The Observers

    This world is our home.  It’s our only sanctuary in this immense universe, this enigmatic structure with its elusive history and inherent duality: matter and vacuity…I’m glad we’re here.  In this moment, this moment caught like a snowflake in my hand, I’m glad I am.  They said I should be dead, but here I am in the world.  I’m a miracle, a contraoutcome, the wrong answer to the right question, a mockery of conventional wisdom.  ...

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    Trauma,
    Fiction
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  • The Chaos

    Imagine a world where there is nothing to fear and truth has no real meaning because there is no such thing as a lie. Imagine an existence where love shines from all eyes and every aura is beautiful. Imagine a life that perceives no threat from death but accepts it as the day accepts the night. There is no confusion, no uncertainty – the entire Universe has opened herself up to you and she receives ...

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  • The Whole is Greater

    I look at other people and wonder what it’s like being them. (Not me being them, but them being them). It’s not so much the details of their thoughts, emotions and actions that I'm trying to grasp, it’s more a quest to try and understand what it feels like to experience those thoughts, emotions and actions as someone else entirely. One thing I would really like to know is if other people have a sense ...

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    Fragmentation
  • Change

    Change won’t leave us alone, it won’t suffer in silence. Tides keep moving no matter where we’re standing and the landscape metamorphoses with every footstep. Change can’t stand still and wait for itself to happen - it can’t deny its nature. It takes from us and moves on like a brazen thief in the night. It spoils us with riches and asks for nothing in return. Blink and it is gone, blink again and it ...

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    Go,
    Grain,
    the,
    with
  • Solitude

    She used to lose herself in a crowd, suffocate and disintegrate. Her identity wasn’t formed well enough to withstand the fluorescence of other people’s, with their vigour and air of purpose. If some aspect of someone else’s life or character mirrored hers in any way, she shattered into a thousand pieces and scurried off into the shadows as if she’d never even existed. One minute, she was there; the next, she was a vague memory. ...

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    Solitude,
    Identity
  • Hall of Mirrors

    I stood there bare, shivering at the sight. The reflection confirmed the image in my mind. Flesh covered the surface of the glass; an expanse of flesh, acres of the stuff! Imperfection after imperfection, I found them from head to toe and they scowled back through the smeared, smoky mirror, piercing my rickety frame with machine gun fire. Bone by bone I buckled and fell to the floor with a rattle. I was beaten. Beaten ...

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    hope,
    recovery,
    strength
  • Creating Recovery

    Every piece of music, every poem, every artwork is waiting to be discovered. The piano keys are primed to play in a particular order; the pen is eager to speak to the paper; the blank canvas cries out for some form in its world. The permutations (an unfathomable number) of notes, words and brushstrokes look down from the ether, eager for a host. When they find one, they fill that host with ineffable desire, unbridled ...

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    creativity,
    recovery
  • I Would Take You to My Shadow

    Fixation is not good for your wellbeing: If all the light in the cosmos Illuminated my past, present and future; If every photon embraced every cell And made me a beacon to all in the world but you, I would take you to my shadow And let it guide you through the darkness, Holding up a solitary candle To save my heart from freezing. But writing can help to purge your mind and purify your ...

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  • Symbols

    When I was a teenager, a deep, oppressive depression signalled the start of an adventure I am still – and will always be – immersed in. The disharmonious, fragmented nature of my formative years forced me to take refuge in the only place I have ever really called home – my mind. It was my sanctuary, the only place where I felt safe enough to explore myself and the world, and it continues to offer ...

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    Tags:
    reality,
    Wholeness