An existential rollercoaster
It’s painful being alone Having not chosen so Forever feeling worthless Unwanted leftover gross Left to rot where time forgot
I love the way he sleeps, my little puppy dog. He stretches out his feet, and makes himself so long. His nose tucked in his paws,
She appeared out of thin air turned my world upside down. She touched my life and made me feel real. Suddenly and
Life’s too short when you focus on the negatives, the heart aches, the letdowns, the mistakes, and the failures. Look up for the silver linings, the laughs, the smiles, the moments that...
Our idols wear tricky costumes and our peers promote purposeless possessions and projects while our promiscuous pursuits permeate from pathetic powers lacking the passionate presence we...
Vile is the predator That preys upon the minds Of the young and impressionable For the sake of control As a child I was exposed
I’m living my life in reverse. Best years last Worst years first Troubled waters drift behind The coast is clear
Enjoy the little things. Enjoy the big things. Enjoy all things. If you don’t enjoy it, then escape it. Life is too short to not seek and embrace your enjoyment. Smell the roses, bask i...
Nothing like living life thinking you’re completely broken and defective and alone with all of your bizarre quirks and traits and insecurities only to find out that you’re not uniquely ...
Thousands of decisions need to be… most at a moments notice. Each frantic question asked is ass… of the upmost importance. Greedy whispers begging favors,
Summer sunday morning. Angry nineties grunge rock serenading the neighborhood through screens of open windows. Fresh coffee brewing.
I am cursed or maybe haunted With wildly vivid dreams At least those that I remember Which are few and far between If you only knew the horror
I went away Disappeared for nearly ten years. I came back Revitalized
It’s 530 am, I just left my clien… I haven’t slept in almost two days… I’ve been a candle burning from bo… The coffee smells burnt. Underte… I caught a glimpse of my reflectio…
He watched in wonder as her fingers fluttered thrusting thread over thread in perpetuant poetry. Her hair flowed fluidly