Deep breaths, deep breaths; they say psychological pains hurts like razors, like your body cannot differentiate between the physical and the mental. Whatever kind of pain, it hurts all the same. Long have I spent on this journey, long have I spent fighting against all odds; this statistical distribution isn't stacked up in my favour. … Continue reading probability.
With a mere snap of your fingers would the tectonic plates shift; in command of such a powerful force are you. A mere singular decision would remove the inch wide space of separation. Such a small space, such a small place; too small a place for more than two - I don't mind competing for … Continue reading snap of the fingers.
A bit abstract, perhaps too forward-a-thought; mind runs like projector reel, light up this theatre, cos' life's but a stage. The sun throws it's rays through the corner pane; throwin' shade. The way the sun dances, it's runs all over the room. Cold are the spaces where the sun doth not shine, like walkin' round, … Continue reading entropy.
Blue, lost in the ocean; feels like home. Beating through my chest, gotta get away. Respite, if only for a moment; back to reality. Waves, blue, crash over and over; me, you. Force like nature, pain like razor - a love just an inch away. Always. Cut the same way, a pool of reflection; hope … Continue reading again? this time proper. fuck…
I woke up around 7 am and then I ingested approximately 150ug or 1 tab of LSD. You could say that I was in for an interesting day. A rollercoaster of emotions, frustration and then 90 minutes of unexpected erotic pleasure. After about 45 minutes, I began to become enveloped by the drug, tingling all … Continue reading LSD: Climate Change, A Lack Of Transportation, and an Erotic Non-Erotic Massage; A Short Story.
Art is a peculiar thing, original; priceless. Irreplaceable, and once stolen, forever gone. Nothing's quite felt like home since you, nothing's just quite right, not since I opened the door and you walked right out. Absolutely necessary at the time, but now I miss you; I miss you like a hot coffee of a morning … Continue reading skinny love.
Before one can flourish, they must know the dirt, they must know the earth; they must lay root. Only once foundation has been established may we reach for the sky. I give thee permission to stand strong and tall, grasping at the sun. Water and rays are all you need most days, but often a … Continue reading The laying of root.