Secretly.

I don’t find it hard to write characters. I am everyone I’ve ever written and everyone I have yet to write. All rolled into one. Hundreds of people all fighting for control. From minute to minute I might be five different people. If I didn’t write them away onto the page, into existence, I wouldn’t …

What the hell was that noise? Did you hear it? Wait, just be quiet a minute… … No… Nothing… Never mind… Wh… What’s that smell? Wait a minute… I think it’s me. It… It is me! I think my brain blew a gasket of some nature. Maybe it ran in too many circles, over the …

Guess

So many people talk of being depressed So few even know what real depression is Depression is not what you get when you can’t get what you want That’s frustration Depression is not what you get when you can’t get laid That’s loneliness Depression is not what you get when you’re upset about things That’s …

The lights

The lights shimmer softly across the surface of the rippling water Refracting, contorting and breaking within themselves Hinting at the breeze, which hasn’t reached me yet The water falling sounds like torrential rainstorms of years long past Cascades of metaphysical bliss, spreading and stretching like my shadow at dusk I close my eyes and reminisce …

He

He is alone He is surrounded He is the loneliest man alive He wants to be left alone They envelop him He asks them to leave They don’t reply He tells them to leave They laugh in his face He begs and pleads They applaud his attempts He cries and falls They tell him to …