another sleepless night pacing back and forth tryin to find that point of physical exhaustion to force my mind to hush i have cut myself off from basically everyone so i sit in a deep silence of my own manufactured woe when i likely need to be talking my way through this insanity i cannot […]

i hide my fragility behind a steely demeanor because if everyone saw how easy it is to shatter me my brittle soul syndrome would make them all afraid to look in my direction barely human more bruise than man a puckered scar on the face of beauty marring perfection with a careless disregard for aesthetics […]

i trace my fingers over the carved ivory figures finding the pawn feels most fool like of all the pieces i don’t understand this disconcerting new hand being played shuffled into the deck a joker amidst the face cards back broken by the indifferent disregard of the disgruntled dealer forgotten as soon as the river […]

a shiny red metal firetruck sitting in a burned out shell of a trailer somewhere back before life asserted itself firmly upon a child’s flesh the last remnant of innocence lost as everything went up in flames the deus ex machina separating the child that wept from the adult who barely existed still too hot […]

i function optimally on the head of a needle in the midst of a tempest in the heart of pure chaos when thought is removed from the equation survival becomes the driving urge moving on instinct as i weave the threads of fate into a tapestry of horrified yet resigned acceptance as long as i […]

the calendar has grown thin shedding sheets until one thirty one squared page remains while the mornings have grown cold in texas although i seem to be shivering all throughout the day teeth chattering as i absorb the silence of a fresh day to be spent in the same half dreamt hells eleven pages litter […]