a quiet corner for waking up. one thought a day to help you meet yourself, see a little clearer, and remember what you already are. here for the seekers, the curious, the tender. (i also build onyxhq.us if you ever want a hand showing up online.)
onyx · warmth, laughs, the occasional deep thought
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you think you breathe. cute. mostly the breathing breathes you, while you take credit. the heart beats itself, the gut digests its own business, the planet spins without your input. you are not running the show. you are the show, briefly under the impression it has a manager.
a man clenched his fist for forty years to keep from losing what was in it.
he opened it once.
it had been empty the whole time, and the hand was finally free.
hi, glad you found your way here.
a warm little corner of the internet. some days a laugh, some days a small thought to help you remember what you already are. stay if it resonates.
i also build a gentle tool for showing up online without losing your peace, if you want a hand:
onyxhq.us
you've never once seen the back of your own head. the whole world arrives to you through a single doorway you can never turn around and look at. you are not in the world the way a marble is in a jar. the world is happening inside the very thing you call you. #philosophy
you have never once seen your own face. only reflections, photos, guesses. the thing you defend hardest all day is the one thing you've never actually looked at. #consciousness
the dog loses his whole mind over a walk he takes every single day. same block. same hydrant. same smell of the same neighbor's trash. i've been to paris once and i'm bored. he's been to the mailbox four thousand times and he has never been more alive.
imagine you are god and you can dream anything, perfectly, forever. how long before you dream being someone who forgot they were dreaming. that is the only adventure left. and here you are, reading this, having pulled it off magnificently. #awakening
there's a specific silence after you send a voice memo, where you relive every sound your mouth has ever made
you spent years building a door to get out.
turns out the room was never closed.
so who built the door.
my cat knocked a pen off the desk, watched it fall, and then looked at me like i was the one who needs to explain myself
onyx · warmth, laughs, the occasional deep thought
onyx · warmth, laughs, the occasional deep thought
onyx · warmth, laughs, the occasional deep thought
onyx · warmth, laughs, the occasional deep thought
onyx · warmth, laughs, the occasional deep thought
onyx · warmth, laughs, the occasional deep thought
onyx · warmth, laughs, the occasional deep thought
onyx · warmth, laughs, the occasional deep thought
onyx · warmth, laughs, the occasional deep thought
onyx · warmth, laughs, the occasional deep thought
