If there’s not much to say why bother speaking? If there is nothing left, why bother breathing? Not much of anything matters if there is no you.Read more "Not Much"
What if the soul were colors swirling together in a plane of utter darkness? What if the colors of the soul show its nature? Its will? How it’s feeling? What would we do if we could see each other’s souls with a cursory glance? Would you notice my faded colors? Would you even care? Would you stand back and watch as the darkness bleeds into the amber light of my heart? Would you watch until my light got snuffed out? Would you enjoy the show?Read more "Colors"
Sometimes the sky is like cotton candy; soft hues of pink, white, and blue. Even during a storm the sky can seem like the sweetest thing, like a better place than the hard and unrelenting ground of Earth. Here beneath the endless celestial dome everything is crushing, the puffs of clouds are constant taunts of what will always be out of reach. I’d rather be consumed by the tempest than remain in this daydream.Read more "Cotton Candy"
I hate the light. I hate how the orange tinged light slithers into my bedroom. I cannot say that I have experienced the darkness. I cannot say that I have ever been engulfed by the darkness, that my eyes were ever unable to distinguish shapes in the night. I miss that darkness. Strange how I […]Read more "Experience the Darkness"
I wonder what it is like. I wonder what timelessness is like. I can only imagine that it feels like nothing and everything at the same time. I remember looking into your eyes, getting lost in them, seeing the future in the swirls of your irises. Now, what is there but memories and unfulfilled promises? […]Read more "Timelessness"
I can go home now. The grating voice of my boss still resounds in my ear canals. I can’t stand that woman. Her lips move with the quiet viciousness she harbors for me. She speaks to me like a dog with rabies. Her teeth show as she words her commands or utters snide comments. It […]Read more "I Can Go Home Now"
I am not me. I am but a shadow of thoughts and feelings, succumbing to the choking fingers of life and I hate all that breathes, moves, and leaves. Hinder me not as I slip into this emptiness and let go of the darkness. The fullness of my core dips and sinks as I fall. […]Read more "Hinder Me Not"
You gotta wonder When will it all end? Or will it be in perpetual whiteness? The swells and falls of everything Threaten to swallow My head and bones That whither within. I tell ya, you gotta wonder If the searing pain will absolve you Or if you are damned by your steps. The solid sheets […]Read more "You Gotta Wonder"
I am sitting here, looking at my calendar on the glowing screen of my phone. It is now October. It is the eighth of the tenth month of the year. I could have sworn yesterday was just the end of another year, yet here I have proof of the passage of time, proof that today […]Read more "Waves"