a question 12/26/25

Do I love you? I’m not sure I do. I value you more than anyone else. It isn’t romantic though. And despite feeling this way for so long, I don’t believe it’s permanent. Both of us know that nothing ever is. People have told me I love you. Childishly. Unreasonably....

rambling 12/15/25

My dreams have been chaotic and violent as of late. Frenzied scenes of color splash across the pale screen behind my eyes. It tickles my brain. An incessant itch beneath hair, and flesh, and bone. Vivid though they may be, what lingers are not the sights nor sounds....

vain

What frightens me is not that you are, but that you could...