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

  Flowers shooting roots into damp earth. Neurosis, in full bloom with petals so striking. Oh, such a cute brunette. Oh, those curves, just out of reach and throbbing like veins full of disappearing ink. Sinking in, my breath’s soiled with cigarettes and bottled beer. Beneath her floral dress, she craves what I am. Hitching… Read more

  Spooning for a heightened state of awareness. Choking on dreams at 3 am so ashamed at ever having dreamt at all. You forget the names of lovers, especially the ones that never had any fire. Especially those that never made you gasp for air by taking you to the point of no return. It’s not… Read more

  Somewhere on the outskirts of hell, there’s a vision of two lovers embracing. A lakeside smile beneath trees barely existing. Photographs not taken. Words never breathed. Illness, madness. They transform this dull shell into something quite strange. Hands on hips and mouthfuls of your hair as beads of sweat trickle into my eyes causing me… Read more