even under layers
and layers and layers
and layers and layers and layers,
flavour still remains.

even at our basest
ourselves remain
as truths.

some things appear apparent... some things do not.

this thing? this thing is nothing but a disappointment.

the singular disarry of me being me
causes relationship deformity.

i strive towards a better day
where being me,
being free,
is accepted unanimously.

lamentation presently overwhelms ( Read more... )

astounding after all this time, your commanding grip upon my being ( Read more... )

a languid Fall impedes our spirits,
but a languid spirit exacerbates our falls.

i have reached with outstretched, disembodied hands ( Read more... )

blinding light struck down from above, but it might as well have come from anywhere.  it struck with such force and intensity that it would have blinded me even if it had have appeared as a shadow in the reflection of my dusty, antique mirror.  it was only upon regaining my sight and sense of place that i was able to ascertain the light had struck ( Read more... )

be wary of contentedness ( Read more... )