by lefteous | Oct 22, 2025 | a thought
What frightens me is not that you are, but that you could...
by lefteous | Oct 9, 2025 | a question
I felt no need to find myself when I was lost inside your eyes Those cloudy skies with veiled threats of sunshine And I, content ‘neath their shade, forgot the warmth I used to crave The ghost of a person The bones of a lie The weightless empty I would drift through...
by lefteous | Sep 15, 2025 | a thought
Blurry vision Cigarettes on a snowy day The color green A half-eaten peach It’s okay I’m not...
by lefteous | Aug 26, 2025 | rambling
I enjoy being myself too much for forgiveness to be of eternal consequence. Also, I often think others should be grateful I’m not entirely myself. Ritual sequestering. Liturgical daydreaming. Banal leisure. The lion devours the peacock. The peacock the snail. The...
by lefteous | Aug 14, 2025 | rambling
The past is one of many fictions. There aren’t enough bones to go...
