Lightfast grief

I know what forever is, it's the illusion of Light. Nothing lasts but my heart. There is no tunnel, no end in sight. I will be watching as every beautiful flower -- Conduits of love, keepers of Light -- Grow weak and wither before my wide eyes. The world fades and I am doomed to …

Flowers & tentacles

I haven't written for this blog in quite a long while, although I have been chipping away at a few drafts; slowly, painfully. The mould and rot will lead the way was the last post I published, and it seems that I did manage to follow the path of mouldy patches to reunite with the …

I can feel the rain before it comes (kinda like a sneeze)

I often get what I like to call pre-sadness sadness or sometimes even pre-frustration frustration. I always feel it coming, and maybe that always leads to its premature launching as well. But one thing that never seems to happen is pre-happiness happiness. I am always being haunted by some type of ghost that whispers chills …