[10/04/2025] life moves pretty fast now, and here i am somewhere near the middle of this turmoil, bouncing from corner to corner like a foal crushed in a tight herd, barely keeping up with the rest of the crowd on the edge of being run over. this thing has been happening to me also physically for the past few months, as i keep on throwing myself » Continue Reading
ever since the last snow has melted, i've found myself going off into my local hill range; i can't stress enough how these rides are helping me cancel out all this noise in my head! oh, to melt into the ground and become one with those tall trees... sounds like a true form of peace to me. i'm aware that » Continue Reading
i want to wake up in your rings of white light, i want to wake up bedazzled in the depths of your abyss... with no way of knowing when will it end, upon the death of time i will transcend, let go of contents as the shell gets broken and these parts it held onto will return to the open spare me from this world and leave no trace, release me from this failing race! i'll return to the stars, for thi » Continue Reading
i'm lying here, lifeless in the corner of my cell, rotting in the mess i've made and known so well. one time a storm came, one of many, along with the mind getting bleak and weary. i witnessed a thunder pierce right through the window - the wind rushed inside and whispered: "Flee, flee to the meadow!" i crawled outside through the broken glass, in the middle of the field I fell and let t » Continue Reading
eyes evicted, depths wide open, the barrier is finally broken. ... if that's the truth that you're touching then why, as you stare, you see nothing? this is where it all goes wrong; you were looking at yourself all along. ✦ » Continue Reading
I’ll do it tomorrow. For now - i’m drained, down to my marrow. That strength will surely come, i’m certain! It’s right there, behind the curtain. It waits lined up with concepts i’ve been dying to unravel, Between, archaisms wobble with their eye sockets filled with gravel; I’m ought to dust them out, they just wait there for their turn - If the rust will gnaw me promptly, no one’s left for t... » Continue Reading