I Must Leave This City Before I Leave My Own Heart.
I know that as an individual, I cannot remain much longer in a city where I see myself morphing into a dark, unfeeling creature.
Browsing Tag:
San Francisco
Numb: How to Own What’s Never Felt Like Mine?
A 'friend' walked up to me (let’s call him John Douchebag) and whispered, “I never knew you were so stacked.”
Venus in Capricorn: Fortifying My Own Foundation.
I can join others in a collective inquiry into security and foundation, and its intuitive connection with freedom, growth, and elevation.
People Lost in the Barren Expanse: The SF Underworld.
I recently ran from someone who was like the people there, though in the context of the the place I saw him, I could discern him, I felt his humanity.
I Kept My Heart in San Francisco.
In truth, the San Francisco that’s home to me exists in the wild spaces untouched by the glittering revolutions and callous transformations its undergone.
An Almost Kind of Love: You Never Quite Get There.
There are no promises in an almost kind of love. You get half-commitments and loose plans, but overall it is too fluid to be anything solid.
Another View from Yoga. {poetry}
It felt proud and out there. A packed, happy oasis. It felt like the world was coming to Yoga. We were riding on a wave. We were on to something.