The flower in your gaze caresses me We floated without having touched each other We feel the maddening tickle that we haven't even started yet. The perfume of the moment permeates us After agreeing to play the game Flames are rising from the embers I'm the fuse and you're the fire Turn me to dust and find me again And again, then tear me to pieces I was made of ice and I was able to free myself Within the warmth of your laughter. SIE7E @sie7emusic

The antidote to lies is the truth. The one about doubt, trust, The cruelty is kindness, The one of humiliation, the one of praise. The antidote to noise is silence. The one about confusion, the one about clarity, The one about the bland, the ingenuity The one about confinement, the one about freedom. The antidote to the storm is calm The one of chaos, creation The one about drowning, the gasp. The one about fear, the one about love. Celebrating every day like it's 4/20. SIE7E

Mr. Sens told me that, for the back-to-school season, it would be cool to write about cycles and new beginnings… this time I'm writing in rhyme to entertain us… :) Everything has cycles: It goes up and down, You either love it or you hate it. It either unites you or tears you apart. It nourishes you or it overwhelms you. You sweat and you tremble, It entangles or liberates you, You disclose or lie, It ends and it begins. It turns on and melts. transcends and confuses polishin

Okay, I promise I'm not trying to be a spoilsport... this writing is part of my process of trying to decipher what, to my good or bad understanding, is a happy Christmas. Immediately words and concepts come to mind… some align and others conflict: tradition, consumerism, social pressure (physical and digital), love, validation, celebration, leisure, party, excess, contemplation, self-examination, frustration, rest, recovery, anger, resolution, planning, and we get to work and

Talking with my mom, she tells me something very interesting: People rarely (or never) ask themselves: What is food? A definition I found in one of those online dictionaries says that food is: “A solid substance that is eaten and serves as nourishment.” So I looked up the meaning of food: “A nutritious substance that an organism or living being takes in to maintain its vital functions.” And for me, that's the crux of the matter. By definition, if the food we eat doesn't have