(2014)
if i could speak freely, I would’ve from the start. If my mind had the answers i wouldn’t of gotten so lost. If I coulda made sense
Ambivalence was taking the power b… Without ever looking back, but the… Ambivalence was the guilt preventi… was the same guilt I was taught to… Ambivalence was people calling me…
waves over the mind shivers thru the body. Hope, the thread intertwined, through the life of a living soul.
The orange train screeched around the bend, carrying her. I knew I had to act quickly in my expressions of affection. I anticipated her every move,
I need you to accept who I am. I need you to not doubt what I have arrived at regarding w… I need you to listen to what made… I know you know there is no right…
Dear Mom, I can’t even begin to tell how you might have reacted to the letter I sent. It was not intended to be hurtful,
I feel as though I’ve landed on a beach, as an invading, occupying force. Only to find the land
I hate that you smoke I despise that we choke on our desperate attempts for irrational contempt my best efforts remote
spacelessness– timelessness, nightmare awakening consciousness. Hell as anti-spacelessness, anti-timelessness.
The first time I heard the word p… She slammed my head against the wa… And I stared straight back into t… Fuming with fire, scorching the ho… There was nowhere to run, nowhere…
you can learn to build a castle at the beach, living within, or maybe just around, the makeshift moat,
The leaves drop every fall, yes th… Their genetic residue, like a mill… marking the thousands fallen befor… The next of kin leaflets, bare the… Death is no escape from imperfecti…
All the pain rocks me to sleep. I grew tolerant to the effects, Addicted to the intoxicating isola… Romanticized despair, holding hope… I can follow the trail at the slig…
The two whirling white clouds of s… One soft and sweet from burning ol… The other harsh and irritating fro… The billowing smoke choked out Pa… But only for the moment where brea…
Within the dead of those we choose… lies a truth forever gone. Within the dead of those we choose… choose to hate, or never cared enough to know