I romanticize being torn asunder. When hopeless, what else can one do but guise their pain as something profound?
Encroached by thoughts that aren’t my own, yet I remain indifferent. Why fret when I can simply pluck these unwanted weeds and nourish. Black and white disgusts me, so I will choose vibrant colors that I will guise with grey. Just know that romanticizing your pain is but a deterrent to our fragile hearts. Promise… Read More Obscurum
Broken man: This existence isn’t right. Vagrant: What do you mean? Broken man: There is a thing about me that is wrong. Something I cannot fix naturally in my isolation. It causes so much woe. Vagrant: What do you speak of? Broken man: Oh. It’s nothing really. Sorry. Vagrant: Well… You’ll get through it. I’m… Read More Two In The Same
He walks through the valley in darkness. It’s quite lovely. The moon is giving off a lot of light tonight. Ah, how he patiently waits for this time of day. No other humans in sight. No human noises besides his breathing, walking and the gentle beating of his heart. And that’s just fine. It seems… Read More Solace In The Dark
Your words float, while mine sink. You’ll forever be safely adrift, but I’ll drown knowing in despair that to hope is an illusion. I accept my fate. I’ll be under, next to, above, and within a perpetual darkness… You aren’t aware of my suffering because you can see the sky. Why look down?
“Should he ever meet someone who is interested in him, even vaguely, he knows he will weave the most mesmerizing dress made from the fabric of his ideas to gently veil her essence.”- Excerpt from one of my pieces, “Reverie and A Distasteful Reality” I just love how I worded this, and I… Read More An Illusive Dress
Why must people bring grief along with them? They don’t, if they’re good. What brings grief are your expectations, your desires, your very own emotions. There is a dormant atrocity within us all. All it takes is one person, a surreal prelude, and then finally, the beast awakens to ravage your soul until everything is… Read More Luctus