like if a porcelain cup tipped on its side and it had a chip in it it’s a drop of ink that marks the margins of a page an intricately designed rug that has a snag a flower that is short one petal a bike with a slight bend rim a dog that has a…
Author: bjwany
I am a writer and a martial artist.
What interests me is searching within.
transmission
dark room with bright pink lights and little blue ones from the bits of mirror spins out like your floating red glow dots drift around the room fade into ovals stretched along the wall and we all know that the synth bass is so rich sometimes hard to take bright light in the corner is…
dense night
Sometimes, darkness covered the land and sky with a density so thick, you could almost touch it. There was nothing to be agraid of, but when everything was very still. So quiet, not a word, it was hard not to feel as though something lurked and loomed from the outer edges of the deepness. Staring…
if your eyes are closed you can’t see everything but you may feel warmth and light in the distance sometimes if you have good ears and you live by water you can hear it it’s kind of a shushing sound it’s for when you want to be comforted salt is considered a cleanser and…
rainbow eye
in the corner of your eye there is a rainbow waiting to come out to show itself at the right time and as you are watching the windows looking out at the world the rainbow at the corner of your eye pops up for a moment like hey! it’s one of the magical features of…
vision to not give up
there is something else in the distance yes, i see it seems like i am far off but it’s only a mental trick a delusion and i’m not buying it partially because i can’t afford to in the distance is a vision of a bolder person bright and shining dynamic fluid graceful and i am…
boldness
anbient sound louder more intrusive than previously timelessly aligning and at the end of the day new dawn mornings of one thousand beginnings and the plants seem to remember but it’s been a while it’s been a while hesitancy and masked frustration no one wants to be caught not living up rather a sideways life…
inside music
in my favorite kind of music sometimes you can see space birds flying with sparkly rainbow tails paint the sky fire red bubbles drift up from the ocean yellow blue and purple like a fizzy drink and birds sing love songs to each other songs of togetherness like how drifting and swooping through the magical…
wind chimes
wind chimes on its own sound rings across the town over bridges melody through the air wind accompanies me and everywhere i go i see leaves rustling something else is there following me like an accompanying song
The Dynamics of Groove 