Beyond Memory

Beyond time and mine.

Dreams

I thought that my reveries would be the ultimate form of my crazy imaginations, but last night a stroke of subconscious genius moved me beyond myself. It is only justified to record this in a blog. We are spontaneous strangers, I love heights and you love the sea, and we are both chasing each of…

The Mute

I feel like we humans are made up of so many layers. There is the spirit, then the feelings and thoughts, and then the senses. And how beautifully they are connected, there are things that can penetrate through the layers so easily. It doesn’t have to hit the sense at first, sometimes, somethings just hold…

Another Day

Where do you keep a mad man? Under the stars with the wind is a good idea, but the transience takes over as the sun comes out and the demons need to hide. That is where it all comes alive, the stagnant introspection of life in quarantine. Questions like what will I do in the…

1. A Vessel for a Vessel

“Do you know how to play a flute?” The voice came shattering my senses just when they were about to give in to sleep. I was not alone in my room. And this was not the voice of anyone I remember listening to, I turned around immediately to find a figure covered in a grey…

Mushrooms

“Can you smell them?” the fauna held my breath. It was the denser parts of the forest that I usually visited alone. But I brought along a new friend today. I wonder if the trees were surprised to see another person in their area.  “Can you smell them?” I repeated.  “The ghosts.” She replied with…

Out of Bound

Another day passes by,And all it takes is a lullaby. Bleeding over the burning time,The misery of a melodious rhyme,Seeking resolve at Twilight. She heard them tell the outrageous liesSinging as a storm of the night,Fading and forgetting as the struggling light.Seeking a canopy to confront the passing time. And then they ask her,Why do…

To My Incomplete Stories

So far. So lost.

The Memory Tree

Where do we start? It is a question. A question for the memory. A trail that defines everything. Probably around the remains of some forgotten moments. What if I remembered it all?  Then I would know where to start.  But that is the game. The game to recollect my childhood and link it to the…

20th July, Salvador

“I like wearing green. And blue!”  “Just reflections and wavelengths.” “So like, it doesn’t matter to you?” “I like red, it is strong”  “Yes, Blood. The human juice. The Sun, Fire.  But the green is calmer. And the ocean green.  Mellow, gullible and just fine.” “Weak in ways we can imagine.” “Maybe stronger in some…