This is the moment: another story.

This is the moment — and other stories.

This is the moment — and other stories.

The story of our lives, ‘made flesh’.

Stories entwine, bodies of heart and soul and synchrony.

When thought is obsolete, truth is meaning.

When there is no fear to reason, how could you find fear in it?

The black hole of a shark tank has jaws of hidden depths, all the while snap-snapping HEEL-TO-TOE, toe the line, little piggies wriggling like swimmers of their own. Run! Run! Run away! As if the body could take you home. As if the body was not your own.

There is no reason to fear expression when beauty is self-evident.

I like playing with words because of how it makes me feel: powerful, humbled, at peace. An electric — if idiosyncratic — combination, combining truth with beauty and heart with strength; whilst what is personal is often painful, at least it’s real.

We hold onto what we choose to believe — and thus, we choose what we hold onto. I breathe forgiveness. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t. Regardless, I keep trying.