Roll down the window and drive fast. Faster. Feel the dirt. In your teeth, under your nails, in your ears.
poetry is the exorcist of my demons the water that puts out the fire in my mind the surgeon that stitches the shredded pieces of my soul back together the angel on my shoulder thatContinue reading
I memorized every square inch of the tiny piece of your life that you loaned me. It was mine. To hold, admire, bask in the beauty. You asked for it back and I resisted. BeggingContinue reading
Time and its illusion of clockwork. Perhaps, created to cope with existentialism Ultimately feeding into consumerism We appear to connect through a coded probability Undoubtedly, disconnecting in reality A species, broken by regression, through technologicalContinue reading
Conformity put my fire out. It was a lonely place, the dark of night. Nothing but the faint glow radiating from my embers. Let’s flash it back to one cold day in September. I wasContinue reading