I thought for a time that the end of our relationship was here. That it had happened and would never come back. Continue reading

Something will come out Continue reading

and when one sees it one knows, and if one doesn’t see it, one still knows, but one believes there’s no use looking at it because it’s not real, so better look elsewhere.*  I say to myself, in moments ‘You’re… Continue reading

I continue to gaze at the mistake and I see that it is distasteful because it is untrue, like how the message from a game of telephone is untrue. Some sort of process of distortion was involved.  Continue reading

Suicide is always an act of desperation, and desperation is marked by futility  Suicide is futile Continue reading

 I don’t believe you. You say you don’t resent, but why else would you ghost? Why else would you tell me not to say certain things? When you say I haven’t offended, what I hear is your refusal to forgive,… Continue reading

I’m terrified of the dark eyes. I know they exist because they exist in me. I think, if I can eliminate the dark eyes from myself they will naturally cease to exist from the world. But I cannot seem to… Continue reading

I’m sorry that my sudden presence disturbed you with your friends as I walked by, that’s not what I want to be. Is there anything I can do to make that go away? I keep asking the universe, I am… Continue reading

It’s still dead though, isn’t it? Our friendship? In this world, things die. It was alive, it was growing, it was promising, and now it’s dead, and it’s not coming back to life, not without a miracle, and I’ve been… Continue reading

I can know the nothing, but I cannot seek the nothing Continue reading