another year

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...

a thought 9/18/21

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...

part of a whole thought

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...