a thought 6/14/26

Possessed and in possession of oneself A deer seen fleeing into the darkness Whichever heart we feel is beating A burning if not yearning Monastic tendencies Toil...

a dream 4/27/26

you cannot love everything for this is selfish greed you cannot love one thing without bittersweet...

the noises in my brain, the ringing in my ears

Since I was eight Or was it even before? I can’t remember I remember it all Oh hey, it’s me How are we doing? I can’t tell anymore I always know Damn look at that apple tree It’s too dark to tell if the fruits ripe yet What was her name? N————?...