As I entered the ancient sanctuary, standing alone in the forest cloaked in darkness, my nerves began to calm. Ready as I could be for whatever might happen during the purifying ceremony and fully conscious of the fact that I could never go back to who I was before entering. I took a deep and powerful breath, steadied myself, and took the critical first step inside. Once through the threshold, I w...
When I pry open my tired eyes
And my exhausted soul begins to writhe
The ghostly wind whips through the pane
The dark air on which I survive
The rough thickness of my restless sheets
The stolen smiles on my shadowed walls
Through my brittle, hollow door
My still body feels the deafening call
Paralyzed and ensnared in time
Trapped in my rigid body
Feeling their presence all around me
Unable to s...
Can you hear me?
Winding back my head.
Repulsed by your indifference
Wishing I was dead
Can you hear me?
Anguish through your thoughts
Wailing in the distance
Watching my veins rot
Can you hear me?
Looking down your throat.
Waiting for an answer
Frozen to the bone.
Can you hear me?
Blowing like black wind through your house.
Clouding up your mirrors
Hemorage from my mouth
Can you hear me?...
There is no separation.
From tendon and bone.
From building and sky.
From you and from home.
The spice in the air.
The sun in your hair.
From your eyes and mine.
From pain and despair.
To destroy is to change.
To change is to live.
To live is to love.
In love we stay the same.
There is no destruction.
No taking light from the sun.
Every piece has its place.
And all together is one...
She wants to know his secret. He hasn’t decided what it is yet. She looks into his eyes deeply. Longingly. Knowing. Believing that if she could just crack through this one last barrier, there would be nothing stopping them from the bliss of eternal togetherness. Yet, although he would love nothing more than to give her what she desires. Everything she desires. He is frozen. Paralyzed. Trapped unde...
To be honest, there’s nothing compulsive about it. It’s just… natural. I wake up every morning the same exact way. My dreams are what some people would consider to be… upsetting. Disturbing. Stressful. I dunno, I’m used to them. It’s been that way for a very long time. Longer than I can remember. So long that I can’t remember waking up with a different feeling in my body. It just feels normal at t...
I feel myself floating through cold darkness as the tail end of my dream begins to fade away into the ether of sleep. This leaves me with a eerie feeling, when the gentle rumbling of the car snaps me awake. I jolt upright and the bright light glaring through the windows temporarily overwhelms me as I try to get my bearings. My hand rises to block my face from the sun as my eyes adjust.
An older ...
