gravity owns you

The air never fills my lungs completely, most of the time I'm heaving through a hand sewn smile. No one has to know—look through me. Long before this vessel was even made, something was already broken. Wires wouldn't know to embrace each other, parts couldn't fit together, and to this day, cannot move freely—They cannot …

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 …