Stream of Consciousness | 1.6

duality / what an odd position / to both / thrive in solitude / drown in aloneness / behind the smile / an ache / that never goes away / arms to hold me / are shadows / only visible / in night dreams / clutching pillows / i have landed / on a planet … Continue reading Stream of Consciousness | 1.6

Solitary Repsite

There are those for whom The night opens up her arms Embracing sadness In the singing wind charms For me she is closing Closing the spaces I once shared Closing the trust I once spared She speaks of oneness Now I know there is No such concept Where once I believed I was emphatically deceived … Continue reading Solitary Repsite

Streams of Consciousness

I don't write in this category often. I don't want to share the daily grind. Held back by need for privacy, knowing that vultures are always waiting, insignificant events in the interim. Funny how people hide their shame. Who gives a fuck. It's all a game of who can judge better, and my heart is … Continue reading Streams of Consciousness

In the Silence

There are pathways, an intimate grid, leading to boulevards with dimly lit gas lamps because the history that we share goes beyond the times of the now. There are blue aching planets waiting in line behind this one, and if I blink, I might miss you, gazing at me. You thought I didn't notice. Like … Continue reading In the Silence