I don’t know what I want, Whether it’s surface dwelling alone at the swamp Or an oak in a marsh, soul-searching proverbial want. We’re more or less spawns of monsters nobody needs, You were my star-spangled banner, and I was taking a knee. Subterranean breeze, vitamin pond, still smell your perfume, Every once in aContinue reading “I Know What I Need: The Quest for Fulfillment Amidst the Turbulent Rapids of Existence, Where Inner Desires Clash with External Realities”
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Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams
You can hear the suburban chime, zirconia vertebrae, pearly white spine. Glass thrown in stone houses, a regular suburban night, whirring, rewinding. Chronicled childhood in olive drab paint, monocle glass. Wormwood and bottles of Shawshank dissolute solitude. A wanderer who wallows in the maze en route, delaying for tomorrow, never promised today. A virgin diary,Continue reading “Fötter Day Reverie: Suburban Breeze and Whispered Dreams”
I Didn’t Want to Believe It: A Transformational Journey
I’m sitting alone at the cosmic stump, Sipping my soul, and I’m vodka drunk. Thinking of goals I’ve not yet done, Fission control, visit me in my head. Cataclysmic logarithms, picture dreams that are dead. Bickering silence, word by word, I fell into your haiku, Only heard what you wanted when I told you IContinue reading “I Didn’t Want to Believe It: A Transformational Journey”