Sometimes we can be so blind. How we don’t see clearly is still beyond me. I kind of know where I might have made mistakes, where I have fooled myself somehow, but I don’t fully understand how it came to pass. I have a working knowledge of the world, of my life, of others, but …
Dispatching a deluge of despondency.
It is mimicry of self. Replacing yourself with another’s thoughts, motions, mannerisms, feelings, quotes, lies, lives, words, voice… The highest form of flattery? Or the lowest form of self-respect, appreciation and depravity of character? It is one thing to look to higher learning through a source of knowledge you didn’t previously know of or understand; …
Sitting outside.
The air is muggy and thick. Not just warm, but hot. Its night and it is hot as day, no wind. Timelessly stifling. My body is covered in a layer of sweat masking itself as a second skin, impervious to comfort. Not a cloud in the sky, not a breeze on the horizon, not a …
–He is not afraid to kill me, because there is no death–
Broken and bruised. Scathed. Cut and bled out. A night seen through a Smokey haze, backlit by bare bulbs and reflected through broken glass. Exhaling slowly. A head in the clouds, walking through poppy fields ablaze. Dark skies behind and darker still up ahead. Keep walking. Don’t hold back, let it all out. Stumble. Fall. …
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