It's just a scheme. It always was. You were so smart. So sneaky. You know how to use the weapons given. I am at a loss. Over and over again. I beg myself to stop, but it feels so painful, I can't. Each moment twists. I have been lied to. I have been mistreated, not wanted. Someone said special, the thought is comical. I have failed the biggest ( Read more... )

She begins. The tale of a thousand winters. We smile. oh, how the nights are always extravagant and exaggerated, the laughing breeze, and the open skies leaking snowfall ever so softly. We smile. Unknown and unaware, yet still, all is well. There is an answer, but truth isn't something desired. it burdens the laughs, and dims the tall tales. No, ( Read more... )

Each message, thought, tone. Retraced ( Read more... )

Tonight I feel defeated, more than anything.
Covered in the grime of a day, I am reaching for something unattainable. for now anyway.
I despise my own intentions more often than not. I played around a dangerous line. I forgot why it was there. I screwed up. I'm sorry. I hope this doesn't affect you as much.

A year from now we'll all be gone.

It's a collision. Constant, and moving. infinite and finite, ebbed and unchanging, unholy and divine ( Read more... )

It's the feeling with the wide angle lens and unfinished words. You have this sudden sadness as you realize the last few shots are drawing to a close and the credits will begin to scroll. The story, although quite unfinished, draws to a conclusion. I know there is so much more that could be said; we could try harder, but that knowledge lingers. Is ( Read more... )

It's becoming less of a feeling and more of understanding, or even expectation ( Read more... )

Time is beginning to speed up again. For a moment there, I thought everyone was stuck in this slow moving universe. It is almost nice to get back into the rhythm of the mundane and redundant; helps get my mind off other things ( Read more... )

“He rises and begins to round ( Read more... )

"Hold to such trivialities". Celestial vibrations merely begin to eradicate the whimsical daunting pulses known as the flaw. Creation is a process when acculturation is your demand. No, fear is not something to ache for. Yet such experience draws just that. The acquisitive beings that dance amongst our mortality play strings and flutes in such a ( Read more... )