Some people may read the title of this piece and immediately assume that I am a woman writing about the greatest loss of the greatest love of my life. In a way, they would be correct. These words hold sorrow over the loss of someone that I love. The only difference is this is situation… Continue reading The Deterioration of Us
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I am Alive.
Quiet. Listen. Can you hear the noise? The buzzing in your head? The ringing in your ears? It’s the glitch and it's filled with reverberating static. Silence. Watch this. A mild haunting between moments of time. The present. The past. The future. Blending. Bending. The clash of multiple worlds. Beautiful violence in the slightest of… Continue reading I am Alive.
Bound
I dance with my beautiful demons; we spin chaotically around the hollow room, laughter booming, filling the stagnant air with music and madness. I love when my demons wrap me up in their magnetic strength. Tightly; forcefully, binding our ties together, as they hold me against their chest. They take my breath away, and god,… Continue reading Bound
Breaking the mold
To most people I am either too much, or not enough, and that used to bother me to the point where I’d make myself fit into any situation. I can’t do it anymore though. It hurts to stretch my skin or shrink myself down to an unrecognizable human. Solitude has become my main friend. There’s… Continue reading Breaking the mold
To the unknown alter…
I can feel her leaving and I'm like, why won't you stay? Why won't you stay? Tunnel vision. Every time I blink I see the stills from that heart shattering earth shattering soul crushing goodbye. I can feel her leaving and I don't know why. Why must you go? Please don't. Not yet. Not today.… Continue reading To the unknown alter…