Underground, shoots grew—
away from the dark, toward the light,
looking for their own kind.
They found the light.
But the light was searching too.

In a haze, I found truth—more real than myself, inhaled through a pair of lungs. The haze spoke a language of its own, understood by only the two of us.

Under the weight of existence, black tar anchors the body to the earth, yet it disappears before the majesty of the eclipse.

The symbol of eternal femininity, transcending the boundaries of biology, dwelling in the spirit, consciousness, and body transformed through the experience.

The Visitor, unexpected yet long-awaited, stands at the door. Let it in, for there is much to share, and even more to understand.

Drawing the edge as a shield, with every stroke it uncovered more, stripping away protection and leaving nothing but vulnerability behind.

The shine felt like it would blind me. As if, through a ribcage, an unpolished edge of a mirror emerged, and in it, I accidentally glimpsed my soul.