Matter, Energy, and Life of Michaela A. Castello.

Category: Energy

Hobbies and creative pursuits that re-energize me.

  • Behind the Anger

    First time I tried making anything with Procreate. Being able to save an in-progress video is pretty neat.

  • Escapism

    When I travel, I am free;Joy and wonder dance at the edges of my mind.I dream of never returning:All my burdens wait for me at home,Exactly where I left them.

  • Whirlwind

    You arrive in a whirlwind,Smelling of flowers and longing,Pleasure and sharing and laughter andLove.So close,And then you are gone,Leaving happiness in your wake.

  • Daybreak

    How many days have passedSince our hands first touched, cautious fingers entwined?How many steps along this tangled pathThat we have made our own?A journey over steep and jagged mountains,Fraught with rocky canyons.Harsh terrain that we surmounted,Focused only on the endless road ahead.For years we swore that we’d survive,While we braved the deep abyss. And when at…

  • Risk

    I lingered out of reach, hidden deep within myself,Careful not to share too much, lest I be exposed.You danced nearby, matched my steps,Risked yourself, inviting me to trust.A smile, a laugh, a wink…A touch.Didyounoticewasitokaywillyou–Suddenly I was in your arms,I whispered secrets, you held me tighter,And you said, “Here I am.”My body is sore while my…

  • Obligations

    I strive to manage All of their emotions Leaving no space To experience My own.

  • End of Scroll

    She tried to scroll further down the list but nothing happened; she had reached the end, there were no more listings. She looked at the time: it was late afternoon, now, almost evening. Her stomach gurgled, reminding her that she had not eaten, not since that piece of seven-grain toast and strawberry jam she had…

  • Awakening

    Once I feared the coming night, what dreads it might contain. My gentle heart full of light, that I dared not expose. I fought against a nightmare, shielded flame from tempests, Slowly fell into despair, watched it dim regardless. Cursing myself for failure, asking to be released, In the silence that prevailed, I let my…