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...

sonnet twenty-two

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...

fomes peccati

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....