It's late at night, I indulge myself after the strenuous academic endeavor of pumping out a five page essay. It's warm and well lit, the dining hall relatively secluded. I can think of nothing more collegiate than the portrait we paint right now, me poised over a laptop with a burrito and shitty coffee , him brooding over love lost. I too, have my own regrets. I think of what could have been wer... » Continue Reading
"what the fuck have I gotten myself into?" The self posed question was more articulate and prominent than the usual half thought cacophony that filled my internal monologue as I considered the door leading down, down, down... (I am my own white rabbit). My coat had fluttered behind me as I walked down the pavement at twilight, heavy booted with an appealing shadow. I removed my headphones, figu... » Continue Reading
I lost time again today. The scent of the face paint clung to me like a bad memory, sickeningly saccharine funerary pallor. A fragrance meant to compensate for rot. Corpse paint for a halloween event was an interesting choice. I remembered the breath on my face, the inescapable scorn and distorted tinkle of circus bells, the soundtrack of some feverish, hellish dreamscape. A foolish boy framed as ... » Continue Reading
Billie was a night creature / His skin was always pale / Dark shadows on his eyelids / His body far too frail The cat sat perched on the counter, guarding a stack of flyers with the hunched posture of a gargoyle and expectant gaze of a sphinx. A boy I recognized from around campus stood at the counter petting his scruff, his hair just a shade darker than the cat's tawny coat. "thank you!" He calle... » Continue Reading
"I find myself in the same place again with floors and stairs across the walls it's like a courtyard under glass ceilings and there's no way to go outside nobody's watching me turn around, lean out of the balustrade something is guiding me through an endless corridor ... is everything real?" ----- IS EVERYTHING REAL , THE FROZEN AUTUMN » Continue Reading
- had a divine revelation before 2:00 (automatic wrote during history class, while half asleep revealed some half written truth of the subconscious) -someone got hit by a car - conversed with the dead and got nachos » Continue Reading
don't be afraid...I am here my love, how are you? I have found myself waiting here for ages only to find you here. I know I am myself and of you did not know I did (unintelligible)... How did I become something more? I was always there and then .... said anything but you know you have seen me... ...when I write to you my dear? Oh how I love this, » Continue Reading
So much time has elapsed without me being aware of it, I've found that I am a known frequenter of places I did not expect to be recognized. Being known as a regular at the cafe by my uni was startling when I barely registered my own presence there. With that, my affliction of occult FOMO looms, especially on a day like this one. Friday the thirteenth reminds me I am a specter to my own life. Sca... » Continue Reading
I've found myself ironically lodged in archetype more times than I can count, It’s why I don’t feel cold when I shiver, why I venture forth into the night my own company without fear of consequence. A terrible numbness takes me to darkened tunnels like a mystery cultist looking to catch sight of an old god. There is no call to the supernatural aside from my own companionship with the night that dr... » Continue Reading