Life - Falling Out

Life - Falling Out

You asked me once. To not share my writing with you anymore. It was too heavy, it hurt too much. It was too emotional for you.

So I stopped.

I never mentioned my writing to you again.

But I did not cease.

Letters - 14 / 15 Dear Partner

Dear Partner,

This is a letter, sealed from this moment, perhaps this is who I am now, and not who I will be when we meet one day tomorrow. I have no partner at present, I am seemingly walking this strange line again of being a diligent artist, a faithful worker, and a very confused, adrift soul.

Letters - 11 / 15 Dear Person I Love

Letters - 11 / 15 Dear Person I Love

Dear Person I love,

I love you. It’s hard to say, in fact I rarely say it. I know you say that often to me, and I’m not entirely sure what my hangup is on saying it back. But I do love you. For all the support over the years and how we’ve often had so many conversations about our art, our work, and about the changing world. For so many late nights and meals cooked. For sharing walks through parks together, splitting a sip of wine, early morning phone calls (you are literally the only person I regularly speak to on the phone before noon), late night messages, sweeping stages together.

Letters - 1 / 15 Dear Ex

Letters - 1 / 15, Dear Ex

Dear Ex,

Hey friend. It has been years. Our lives have taken us to such different places, and though many miles separate us, and many silences, I do still think fondly on you and the time we had. I think we didn’t understand each other then, although we went through the motions easily enough. Hell, I think I barely understood myself, and it was probably unfair to ask to be understood. But sometimes I miss our lazy afternoons, our walks, and just sitting back to back, breathing, and dreaming.

We used to talk about dreams, about our careers, about art and people and...so many things that have fallen ephemeral between our fingers.

I hope you’re well. I hope you’ve found the things you’re looking for.

Yours.
Once

Endless Horizons: Flatline - Space Oreos

Endless Horizons: Flatline - Space Oreos

A desk of components, a still smoldering soldering iron, circuits and wires everywhere. He closed his eyes and code flew past the holo-projections along the walls, he opened them and knew which parts of the telemetry were messed up. Sensors adorned the workstation at various heights, scanning perpetually for changes in temperature, electrical charge and chemical imbalances, impossibly quickly they routed directly into his mind to tell him what and where needed more attention.

There was a soft knock at his cabin door.

Quotes - All In

Quotes - All In

I'm all in for our little team. - Rachel Bisso