02-01-2023

I guess I hadn’t really considered the idea of my story not ending in happily ever after.

I said the things we all say.

“I’m going to die alone.”

Maybe I said it one too many times aloud…turns out the universe was listening.

& Now the only thing that’s certain anymore, is that my story isn’t recorded among the cosmos by Gods… Nothing concerning stars, and whether they’re crossed, or w...

Empathy.

I have empathy.

You say you’re looking for empathy?

Oh, I’ve got just what you need.

And more.

Or less.

Is that what you want?

I can also totally not care if you’re into that.

In fact, I don’t care so much that I’ll ignore you. Will you fight for my attention?

If you don’t, I’m a piece of shit. Is that quirky? That I used shit in that sentence? Am I relatable? Are you sick of me ...

Every day seems the same, one blending into the other. A never ending gauche style painting. Just an oversaturated piece of what-would-be art, bleeding vibrant colors one into the another until each bright streak blends and swirls further into a dark hue. A brown, the color of muck. Muck also being the name of the feeling attached to the blurry mess of days. Forgive the lack of exclamation in my ...