Hindsight has always been my closest friend. Looking back, memories, the whole deal. The warmest thoughts and companions have always been the ones I looked back at. There’s dwell..
She’s deep in the red. Deep in the darker tones of blood and moody crimsons that are warm to the touch. She’s in a dark room with her eyes closed, and her breathing is like tha..
Under the night sky, where up above stars reach from so far away, the depths reach out in expansive tracts. A slice of my heart is suspended down below the surface, the bass of wat..
What do you see when you look through your own mind's eye? When you look at a body moved by a heart and mind so different from yours and pass judgment? Contempt for the things done..
Sitting on a chair, leaning against a wall, looking over from across the room. Those eyes are on me when I act; ears to me when I speak. When I toss a pebble in to the water, the r..
Attention is a drug. Its absence wreaks havoc on our self-esteem, and its presence brings on a high so euphoric that we forget the adverse effect it indirectly brings. The supply w..
I'm starting this without any direction. I just want to write. I want to write about ideas, my life, and other people's lives without slipping in to the self-pitying or diving in t..
Making smart with their words again, well I'm bored.