Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For Mo Mo, in Indonesia. "A Flower, In a City I Have Never Seen" - Recorded 3/29/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them A flowerIn a city I have never seenIs no less a flowerThan those in my own backyardAre no less flowersThan the finest roses in the most prestigious of gardens … Continue reading A Flower, In a City I Have Never Seen
Originally published April 2, 2018, this piece was a reflection on causality and fate, and my desire to embrace what little control we have (or the illusion thereof). "Behind the Wheel" - Recorded 1/15/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Behind the Wheel”
Today, I was nominated for a Liebster award by fellow blogger, Sonali, of the blog Just Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/) Thank you very much to Sonali. Below is my response to this nomination. About Sonali and Just Me According to Sonali's About Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/about-me/): Hello beautiful people, I’m Sonali, the author of Just me. I’m an 18 year old from … Continue reading 2020 Liebster Nomination (Sonali)
We are as a drop of water Falling through space And time; What And who We interact with along the way Become Both what we experience As well as what we are. We must be kind And caring To all we interact with Showing love and mercy, Being to them As we wish they would … Continue reading We Are As a Drop of Water
In the world today There is a yawning But it is not from lack of sleep… Rather, Too many have slept for far too long And are waking to see That the world has changed And that they must adapt to survive. I stepped out into the world today Without ever leaving the house, I … Continue reading In the World Today
This morning I woke to Memories Of dreams from the night before. I remember that I dreamt of you, Ariele. I dreamt that I was finally able to visit Brazil, And we sat for coffee in a small shop. We talked for many hours Of all things that we talk of now But we could … Continue reading Something for All Those Who Have Been There
So the day has passed And now I sit Contemplative Resting in the comfort and stillness of the night air Watching As shadows move across the ceiling above As the walls hold strong in their resolve to remain I listen To the gentle sound of the wind And can hear as well Passing cars Laughter … Continue reading The Hum of a City Waiting
The dying sun Casts the city skyline into a crimson hue And for a moment Everything else fades away And I am left searching for my lungs Searching for the feeling I know is there But cannot quite place into words A sentimental sort of glow That makes its way through my body From my … Continue reading An Elusive Clarity
On nights such as this You can see the stars Shining down Unobstructed From such distant spaces Breaking through to be perceived Despite the ever-present city lights And at times like this I cannot help but feel As an ant Insignificant Crawling meaninglessly Through the obscurity of daily life But then I remember That even … Continue reading On Nights Such as This
Why must the past persist, if this is the present and there is nothing we can do to change what was? Why do we look back and see what we had when we know full well that there a limitless future ahead of us with so many opportunities just waiting to be seen and pursued? … Continue reading Why Must the Past Persist?
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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