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; …

–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. …