I could live on this train ride
I wish I could stay here forever
These windows are my eyes
Metal skin too
Thick
Life proof
From here I can always see the sky
From here the clouds are on my side
On this train ride that is my life
These strangers are my closest friends
These strangers are my family

Black and White

i can’t breathe here
my soul shirks inside me here
with only egg-shell skin to protect me
bodies all around me
in front of me, behind me, beside me
i can’t breathe here
not with all these auras suffocating me
my voice is lost here
my thoughts drown here
in silent splashes
no one can see my colour here
i am no one here

(Source: exxos-von-steamboldt, via coastalshelf)

Walking across the glossed floor boards
All lights out
I close my eyes and hear the creaking of an ark at sea
Except Noah isn’t here to save me
In the darkness of this rickety house
The moonlight swamps through the Vientiane blinds
Like a calm wave clearing debris from the shore
I press my toes against the cold floor boards, stepping closer to the window
The creaking of the ark follows me
Like the sound of a lullaby after you’ve already fallen asleep
Noah is nowhere to be seen
Beyond the window are shadows that play tricks on me
The once sticky maple tree that I glued my fingers to with sap is now a rotting stump protruding from the grass
Noah cut it down
Built his ark
And sailed away
I hear his tilts and turns at sea
When I walk across the floor boards

Reiki Precepts

For today only:

Do not anger

Do not worry

Be humble 

Be honest in your work 

Be compassionate to yourself and others

Reiki Precepts

For today only:

Do not anger

Do not worry

Be humble 

Be honest in your work 

Be compassionate to yourself and others

(Source: kylasucks)

i don’t like taking photos of myself; you can’t see my soul in a photograph  

'There is no pure evil, no pure good, only purity.'
- Patti Smith, Just Kids

Koi

Koi

Ying Yang Koi fish

Ying Yang Koi fish

Winter Twigs

You snap like winter twigs even when pressed slightly
Your constant crunching scattered all around me
Something in your eyes that isn’t there any more
A little twinkle that’s faded out
All that’s left of you is the dead bark that should have been long shed

(Source: yeswecancan, via )

past lives

a brittle boy, a brittle body
fingernails that fall rain
eyelashes that melt like snow
and pupils as deep as a well
full of the iciest water
that leak with sorrow
of years much older than him
of life not yet lived
and of memories he does not call home
it has left him a glacier in an Antarctic ocean
cracking ever so slightly
so his fingernails fallhis eyelashes melt
and one day too,
the well will empty 

Remain quiet. Discover the harmony in your own being. Embrace it. If you can do this, you will gain everything, and the world will become healthy again. If you can’t, you will be lost in the shadows forever.

-Laozi

(Source: ericdebarros, via marilikoiv)