Life in reverse.
Ongoing W. I. P.
I am cursed or maybe haunted With wildly vivid dreams At least those that I remember Which are few and far between If you only knew the horror
Life’s too short when you focus on the negatives, the heart aches, the letdowns, the mistakes, and the failures. Look up for the silver linings, the laughs, the smiles, the moments that...
My soul is a furnace, loudly roaring to life to deliver blasts of heat. My soul is an oven, internalized convection
Great match out there tonight, at least that’s what I was told. I had to deal with things, obligations to uphold. The crowd wasn’t much,
Algae on the pond, crystalized with ice, floats above frigid waters, a light crust of bright green glas… The rich dark hues
I almost always cry For the weddings that I see God decided long ago That this is not the life for me It is all I’ve wanted
Floating around the giant blacknes… Teetering on the precipice fightin… Heavy weighs the hesitation that f… No sun. No moon. No stars to guid… Only the cold lonely vacuum of emp…
And so, with each coming day The sun rises. And then, with each coming eve The sun also sets. Each day. Every day.
It’s 530 am, I just left my clien… I haven’t slept in almost two days… I’ve been a candle burning from bo… The coffee smells burnt. Underte… I caught a glimpse of my reflectio…
She appeared out of thin air turned my world upside down. She touched my life and made me feel real. Suddenly and
I’m feeling like an airplane that is coming apart at the rivets. My insides are swirling in a violent rage and my soul is struggling to contain the chaos. I’m two days in on a THC fast ...
As the vision of things to come al… The dawning of discontent breeds t… None of us are meant to remain sma… Go forth and be bold. Be brave. B… Fate loves the fearless.
The highs get high. The lows get low. Somehow I’m never in between. I try to try. I know you know.
It’s painful being alone Having not chosen so Forever feeling worthless Unwanted leftover gross Left to rot where time forgot
Summer sunday morning. Angry nineties grunge rock serenading the neighborhood through screens of open windows. Fresh coffee brewing.