I think of so many things throughout the course of any given day: my next adventure; I daydream. I long for experiences that transcend the hustle and bustle of typical city life. I think about sex. I think about death. I think about how lonely I am ( Read more... )

Clarity ( Read more... )

The most intriguing word of power in the English language ( Read more... )

Formidable ( Read more... )

Sleep is such a fundamental part of the human experience that it takes a chronic lack thereof to genuinely mourn in its absence ( Read more... )

Hustled past the flushed face of a dying day,
into the hollow I go.
It is an enigma:
this secret world,
this shallow breath of life
where cancer grows on the flowers that bloom in the ashes.
I wait for the signal,
and sleep in limbo,
day and night.

Revenge: a rainbow at the end of a tornado, covering the desolation with a pastel spectrum that extends across the horizon. A dog carrying a paper sack to one's opposition that contains lunch's remains, and a receipt that bears his name and location. There are flowers that grow amid the ruins of Nazi concentration camps ( Read more... )

The morning tide does strange things ( Read more... )

Into the haze, under satin and spellbound ( Read more... )

per·spec·tive /pərˈspektiv ( Read more... )