Empyrean cosmos. This feeling I swallow; it’s real. It’s hollow, but it’s there. I know it. It’s growing, a hole full of sorrow; it’s weird. Some sort of eerie control. It has sculpted out a grave in my heart, it’s six feet into my soul. A clay soldier statue that’s woven and wound up byContinue reading “Empyrean Cosmos: Inner Reflections”
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2 AM Reverie Again: A Journey Through Abstract Emotions
It’s 2 am. I feel interconnected through any vine or snippet of life, A perennial inflorescence of any 6 seconds chimed. Success is a hive, hummingbird wings in slow motion, Hearing the crickets sing, so monotone yet obscurely composed. Feels like they’re talking to me, as I walk on the leaves that I cross, Demure,Continue reading “2 AM Reverie Again: A Journey Through Abstract Emotions”
JOURNAL: 2:00 A.M: Midnight Musings: Yearning for Connection in a Silent World
Hey there, crickets. Feeling a bit down, you know? (One cool thing about crickets is they keep on chirping even when you’re just talking to them.) The world’s in a real pickle right now. It’s all hush-hush and super heavy. Cultures clashing, problems piling up, and my mentors throwing career advice and consultations at meContinue reading “JOURNAL: 2:00 A.M: Midnight Musings: Yearning for Connection in a Silent World”
JOURNAL: Hot Chocolate: Embracing the Cold: A Symphony of Senses in Winter’s Embrace
I ventured out into the cold abyss today, my eyes lethargic, stinging from the relentless grip of allergies. The dog’s chain clinked against his collar, echoing like a sinister omen in the frigid night. Shadows, those distorted and enigmatic forms, spun my head into a dizzying frenzy. Their eerie, rigid nature unsettled me. Then, itContinue reading “JOURNAL: Hot Chocolate: Embracing the Cold: A Symphony of Senses in Winter’s Embrace”
Whispers of Laughter and Sighs
You heard how I breathe when I sleep, Or how I made those odd little moaning noises. It was funny; I just laughed at how we laughed, Sad. Now, I’m saddened by the memory of our laughter. A Neptunian fury, name it a curtain call, The brim of the acrylic cloth that concealed shadows inContinue reading “Whispers of Laughter and Sighs”