You can’t save yourself in the eyes of who you claim to love, just as you can’t hide from the one who looks back at you in the mirror. Bury yourself in work. Hide behind a facade as flimsy as a paper house. It’s all for show, and it means as little as a… Read more

  It’s raining, and masturbation brings little relief, nor does the presence of others. Sex is a weapon. An impulse that shames. Stuck between the horrors of nature and man, there’s only addiction and cancer. Borderline Personality Disorder as puddles form in the middle of the road. Sometimes it feels as though people are worth… Read more

The sound of church bells mixed with Autumn sunshine. The sky endless as bodies rejoice. Floating in baths of warm sand, they’re neither here nor there. Books full of words that know nothing of defeat. Silence golden, just like the limbs of a lover. Riddles in the clouds. Symbols drawn on saddened shells. Drink milk… Read more

  There’s something that persists, and despite the years that have been and gone, my thirst for it hasn’t diminished. Despite the aging of my bones and increased tiredness of this mess that calls itself a life, there’s something just out of reach, and no matter how hard I look for it, it keeps itself… Read more

  All those you love, and all those you hate, dancing behind closed eyes. I’m not happy, and I’m not sad, I’m just waiting for the day when my words fall into place. One day, you’ll walk into my life, and I’ll walk into yours. Others settle for second best, but I’ll have nothing of… Read more

She sweats dead galaxies through the pores in her nose. She takes off her socks slowly, and as the smoke from my cigarette carries through the window, there’s no way of knowing how this will end. A car crashes through a wormhole she planted with our first kiss. Leaves and trees where once there was… Read more

  Those nights of madness, of music and wine as rain pissed down outside. Those thoughts that couldn’t be contained as my mind raged like a phantom. Take me back to when my blood boiled at the merest mention of his name, and let me remember the fantasies that did their best to ruin me.… Read more

The one thing that saddens me most in life is that I’ll never get the opportunity to place my lips on Winona Ryder’s breasts. I know that’s incredibly shallow, but every time I see her, I imagine the wonders that will always elude me. Just like those far away nebulas, and all those distant planets… Read more