I have become the addicted. Rooting between the darkness and isolation. Lost in searching for the next moment. Before I was addicted to nothing. Now I stare daily in the face of many. Some are harmless, and others threaten to consume me. I am addicted to things (and people) that cannont show me love. There is still only one person I ever think ( Read more... )

I have been awake since before the sun had risen to overtake ( Read more... )

Early dawn is encroaching and I told myself I wouldn't write ( Read more... )

You ( Read more... )

day and ago
had nowhere to go
wanted to leave
and I wanted the breeze
to lash upon my hair

not all that long ago
i headed down the road
away from these lamp-lit bricks
to watch the sky drown in LED
and I came back

and I came back
with nothing to do
or nowehre to go
and i've stayed this long
but why?

The music is put through a gate ( Read more... )

Tossed ( Read more... )

It's becoming more and more difficult to breathe because of my actions and choices. Because of my disappointments my vices grow and constrict. It's been a long time since I've had the capacity to inhale a full breath and in the lower half of my left lung I feel a sensation best described as a kind of bubble.  It's a cigarette, cigarette, light them ( Read more... )

Revealing Paper Drawings

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October finally rolls around ( Read more... )