Every person that doesn't get to know you is incredibly unlucky.

I have thought about it recently. Life has been better. Truly tranquil.

I have written the same thing one hundred times, and one hundred times I have shared it. Have I learned nothing? Have I learned it all over and over again? Continuous lessons in what it means to be alive are branded onto the same scared spirt housed in freshly...

And here I am again telling stories to tell stories about. Next week we’ll recount how wonderful the twists and turns were. Next month we’ll remark that they were enthralling and exciting. Next year we’ll reflect and try to build new stories. Next decade we’ll...

I didn’t do a lot of what I wanted to this year. I didn’t write letters or work on my handwriting. I didn’t travel as much as or with whom I wanted. I didn’t keep the friends I thought mattered to me. I didn’t take any serious action or initiative of my own. As soon...

It matters that I worry about the noise I hear under my car.

even now there is no one else i would rather have text me at 12:26 in the morning

I haven’t written much this August. What I have written is poignant and wretched. Again it is something I would share if asked, but again you will not. In short the continual self-actualization I have seen this previous year has been repetitive and revealing. The...

Upon arrival I realized why I’ve wanted to come here so badly most of my life. Everyone avoids me. I only talk to people when I initiate it. I’m effectively invisible most of the time. It’s a sublime type of loneliness I’ve never experienced before. After the years of...

Religion is the most effective, self-inflicted trauma a person can choose if they want to change. In both my zealotry and my apathy, I am cruel to others. Unfortunately, it is an ordeal for me to strike a balance between the two.

I would rather be understood and hated than misunderstood and loved.

Become.

It was nice. In that self-sabotaging sort of way.

There is something remarkable about knowing a house intimately. Being able to walk about in the dead of night without bumping into any furniture. Understanding the difference between the unique creeks of the doors and floorboards. I remember about twenty years ago...

Some things are. Even if you are afraid to name them.

I had a thought the other day when we talked The thought that I’m only catching up with you That I’ll only ever hear your stories after the fact I learn about things that happened months ago I don’t see you struggle or grow as time goes on I wondered if it would...

It is strange that those who are labeled as society’s most out of touch are the ones who often rightly diagnose others. Whatever mental barriers the rest have built up make them blind to the simplest of facts. Do the rest of you not see that cloaked flame dancing...

The stars mean nothing. They just are. Just as you are. Simply existing.

We read into signs, symbols, and situations then relate them to ourselves in the most vague ways.We find the ghosts and demons we search for even if in the end we have to create them ourselves. We desire to make everything so personal we forget everyone else is just...

I hope I still sometimes cross your mind. Whether it's out of spite or admiration doesn't really matter. I don't think I do though. That seemed to be the one thing you and I couldn't have in common. I imagine the world more minuscule than it is. But you, you see...

蜘蛛の巣で道に迷うな無の世界

We are rarely afforded two things. Understanding and closure. Though most feel they are owed them.

You are the only one I fear. I am afraid to tell you anything, but I want to tell you everything.

静かだね葉が落ちているガシャンかな

This last year I’ve slept in twelve different beds, none of them my own. I miss views more than people, and it feels being alone isn’t hard anymore. I have been able to meet myself fully, the entire created me that has been shaped by time. Tomorrow I will meet myself...

I remembered something about myself in these past few days. Disappointment seems to have been what triggered this resurfacing in my mind. With these memories I am more inclined to believe that people rarely, if ever, change. I am still who I am. I am not different...

I am ashamed to say it, but I wished to be God from the moment I knew him. How could I not want to be? With all the power I had, it was never enough to bring my dreams into reality. The most I could do was torment others and curse myself. Weak imitation, even making a...

Searching the past for forgotten relics. Remembering those things that reshaped you. Comedowns from women and psychedelics, Singularities you cannot redo. You fight furiously for fulfillment, Emotions like hot knives against your skin. To defeat your fears you need...

I still believe everyone has their words. Secret seals placed upon their hearts. Incantations binding together their mind and will. Such magic can be easily broken. Everyone has their words. Fire that will burn up those seals, test their will, and sap their strength....

He stared fixedly upward as if his eyes were devouring the blue. He needed to be present, to understand and feel what the sky had to offer him. There was no more security beyond this Samaria. No promise that this color would exist in the Uttermost. Strangers watched...

The framework of is, and how can I be. Rulesets, religions, rituals, and rites. Well worn roads, narrow paths less traveled. Destination, wherever, always in sight. It is what it is despite these, O me, O Life. Whether verse in play or breath in wind. Ask why until...

Every tragedy we build in our heads is born of the words left unsaid.

Silence between words. Lasting momentarily. Exist to talk. Talk to exist. Momentarily lasting. Words between Silence.

There is nothing wrong with being sad. I would rather you be happy, but there is nothing wrong with being sad. Sadness might even be better for you.

People seem to pine for fabric roses. Timeless petals that will never scatter. Cold lifeless wire bent into dead poses. If they are beautiful does it matter? Replicas akin to reality Giving sensations of satisfaction. Complacent with this abnormality Everyone buys...

I’ve started to believe that pictures really do capture part of your soul. We all haunt each other digitally.

I have spent so much time since then defending what they can never understand and what I can never explain.

There are times when I’m dreaming where you show up. I realize I’m asleep when that happens. I always have to leave you because I know it’s not you. How can I dream of you? I can’t even fathom you. What I see are the poems and prayers from long ago. An incomplete...

Have you ever been on a road trip where you see those white windmills in a stretch of open land? Hundreds of them are spinning slowly but then there is one holding completely still. That sight is the only way I can describe how I feel.

Have you ever said a word over and over again until it doesn’t sound real? I have that feeling about myself sometimes. I need to look in the mirror to make sure I’m still me.

What if this world was the wing of a butterfly? Intricately woven patterns telling a story when seen. Maybe everything on this side is mirrored spiritually on the other. As the butterfly flaps and the wings connect, it makes a more full reality. Physical and spiritual...

Surrounded by books jealously guarding their wisdom. Like a thief I crack them open and steal what is within. Surrounded by people frantically searching for something. Like a philosophic charlatan I sell what I have stolen.

There was a girl who I wanted to propose to. I loved this girl. She never made me feel the way sunflowers make me feel though. Her warmth didn’t compare to the heat of a brick wall in winter. Living with her I never felt as alive as I did driving 100mph down the...