I romanticize being torn asunder. When hopeless, what else can one do but guise their pain as something profound?
When he fixes his gaze on a puffy cloud he can almost feel reality. It’s the most beautifully profound feeling he will ever feel, and he is content with that. However, he yearns to feel reality in its whole. A mere tinge is enough to caress his heart with a melancholic happiness. The feeling in… Read More Surreality
It doesn’t matter how durable an anchor once was, eventually it’ll erode until it has become obsolete. Through this experience I am learning of the gentle, gradual pain of being forced to let go of what was once was, and acceptance of the fact that even the strongest of bonds can rust. May this chain… Read More To the past, present, and future
Strange Man: “Shine light upon the depths of my soul and you’ll see ominous darkness dissipate light as the Sun’s shine would dissipate a mist. Ensnared by my darkness, you’ll only hear the chilling cacophonous wails of each of the times I have died. However, for every time I have died I was reborn into… Read More Strange Man and His Thoughts (Part Two)
It is what it is A beautiful flower is nothing but a flower Just like a pebble All of us are the same But, each pebble is different Yet, they are all just pebbles Consciousness Is like a disguise One which we cannot take off Death is inconceivable Yet we gave it a name What… Read More It Is What It Is
Many people have come and gone in his life, yet he feels nothing for them. However, he does feel nostalgia with a tinge of melancholy when he reflects on his past experiences with them. He doesn’t miss them, but he misses his youth and the simplicity of his life then. He wasn’t always in his… Read More Humor. Pessimism. Ambiguity
Never have I been so detached as I am right now If I do have a soul Perhaps my soul is elsewhere Slumbering, dreamlessly Suspended in a devouring darkness Drowning in its thick darkness Which resides In the deepest crevice Of my heart