Late Night Train

A rumbling in the distance. A blaring horn. Vibrations throughout the body. Stillness in the dark. Ancient instruments. Running water. Quiet thoughts. Deep breaths. Doors slamming. Heavy footsteps. Clanking ice. Squeaky bed. Murmured voices. Flickering light. Roaring engine. Shadows. Dozing eyes. Soft skin. Sore limbs. Pink background. 11:31. Incoming Call. Excited shrieks. Overwhelming gratitude. Teary eyed. Late. Night.


I Am.

I always envision myself sitting on the top of a soft lush green hill surrounded by hilly mountain tops taking in the vibrant colors of the sky as the sun sets. This is my calm, this is my peace, this is my joy. This is where I am nothing at all. I just exist. Nothing more, nothing less. I Am.


I’m tapping my fingers on my sheets, but yet those aren’t my fingers. I hear the drumming noise from fingers; fingers that aren’t mine. I’m here, but I’m not here.

The mind is wicked. It loves to play tricks. Oh, it takes great pleasure in your demise. You know this, but yet you continue to fuel it’s sinister playfulness. Perhaps you live for the hurt and the nasty words that flow so elegantly from your tainted mouth. The mind is a trickster and you’re its muse…


Overwhelmed as I see light reflect on the Sea.

Take it in. Breath it in. Bask in all its glory.

Falling so gracefully. Falling, falling, falling.

The breath of nature washes over me, gently.

To be overcome with the emotion of Mother Earth and to feel strongly at peace.

The Moon? She smiles at me.

Under her presence I am illuminated.

I breathe. A tear drops.

I am made of Wind and Sea.

Ukulele Chant.

Time is always ticking, never ending clicking. Countdown…4,3,2,1…start and never stop…on and on to the very top, breathe in breathe out, give it all you got, never a moments rest, this is your test, you gotta be the very best but remember not to stress, because que será será and you’ll always go very far.