IT’S 2 A.M

hello crickets. im sad. (the wonderful thing about crickets is they’ll keep chirping if you’re talking to them)The world is at a crossroads. It’s silent and heavy. The cultures the clashes. The cancer, the caving. The careers and consultations my mentors suggest. I look at beautiful woman and I want to tell them they’re beautiful.Continue reading “IT’S 2 A.M”

Jigsaw Heart. Try to put it together

See. It’s retribution. It’s emblematic of your initial assessment. It’s been erratic. Every visceral session seems to be coming back to bite me in the ass. Are you pisces? I heard that some pisces were, pretty rad. clueless to the superfluous mix. clueless to what i’m doing or did. am i pursuing a gig. amContinue reading “Jigsaw Heart. Try to put it together”

I like fictional books. The main character is always me.

Feel the vectors into orbit, melting into fiscal porn Each waking moment. Exists to mourn the pensive rigor mortis And I hate myself so much every. single. morning. Its like clockwork. Lonesome. Staring in the mirror. See a monster. Bones drugged. Mainly see the errors. Home drunk. Sloppy. With a motor function failure Open palmContinue reading “I like fictional books. The main character is always me.”

We’re 5 minutes apart.

Cause in this world? Your worlds restricted.  When curtains shine through blackness. We play and then we’re victim Every person out to get us. every person tries compassion? It’s more than mere prediction. There the serpent lies unchallenged But you whirl and try to damage. Cause you’re weak and your worlds afflicted. But to noContinue reading “We’re 5 minutes apart.”