Streams Of Consciousness | 6.25.15

I am here weightless. Ear tuned to every sound. The fireworks are starting. A week filled with the explosions of war. I despise the celebration of generations who've been traumatized by genocide. Headphones. I'm trying to stabilize. Can I float off away from this place yet? Work to do, but goddamn, I'm tired. Inside. Down … Continue reading Streams Of Consciousness | 6.25.15

Stream Of Consciousness 6.1|15

Where do I go on nights when my skin aches; when I feel invisible hands gently massaging my heartache. I clutch pillows, squeezing into pieces until it mimics the human form. I am so far from home. Here alone, swept into the solitary existence of the empath; seeing signs in their eyes as they die. … Continue reading Stream Of Consciousness 6.1|15

Collateral Damage Station

I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company I'm on the inside where children weep and we speak this language of naivety, conversations brief know what it's like to be the weird one so, pretty stays silent She'll only be assumed Life consumes her … Continue reading Collateral Damage Station