I'm escaping something from within.Shutting it out and casting it aside anyway I can.It's in the less subtle behavior of clicking again or sipping againbut it also happens in the moments where there is nothing else to shut it outTurning on the music, or casting my...
All of life is building towards a terrible crescendo that I can’t halt or handle. The deep sublime terror: a feeling that I am not living my life, but rather it is being lived and wasted for me. The consequences of my life lived seems to be a sleepwalkers...
I see the rest of my life, a vast plain of time stretched before me like cotton sheets before a deep sleep. Open and filled with the dreams of flickering possibility. Now more than ever, I feel the pressure of a life wasted. Each week is now not a stepping stone to...
Tossed syllables crashed togethermeanings scrambled and cheesedclunky nothings drenched for good measure Meaning needs a metamorphosisIs a puzzle crafted out of yarnor carved from rock A single simple truth lies at every puzzles hollow coreHollow, no one pays for...
All night no sleeptumbling soft-cotton daydreamsbright night splashed skinDrought fullness undercoverLost rest replaced with uneaseKnot cold iceWarm sheets stifle Wake up sleepy headHeady sleep callsBlaring stars pull out of waterSMASH!Sink back down to depths Call...
A pendulum finding time to my stride, my trunk lingers back-and-forthThe warm orb lifting through the sky in mourningLife continues in absent insult to our carnal pain I approach the shell desolate, long-lost is the fervor of youthThe boldness of innocence so...
Each instant, a branching splitting web of possibilityEach moment possibilities stretch like arms grasping and holdingStreaming away until a mist of uncertainty conceals the ledges in which they so eagerly grasp uponA plethora of conclusion fogged by incurable myopia...