I long for the peace that comes with dying: to fade into the afterglow of a life no longer wanted, to settle into the stillness and comfort of oblivion, drifting aimlessly and endlessly in the comfort of not being, unaware of my awareness, and blissful in the nothingness; but twilight holds me captive, and I... Continue Reading →

Shotgun Silence

And when the silence takes me all that will remain will be the empty echo of what never was straining in the background of a world that never noticed, a resonant dissonance lost in the decay of itself.


This quiet is painful, restless, and it undoes momentum, creating an anxious stasis that leaves me unsettled but paralyzed, frozen by fear of the need to scream, to tell the world what's inside and to let out what was never meant to be except between you and I.


I'm holding on to nothing even though there's nothing to hold I step into the emptiness of a world I don't know Shattered belief and collapsing faith aren't enough for me to hold and I'm holding on to nothing But this nothing this nothing won't let me go

Comes Winter

This winter in its infancy settles on me, the weight of the cold reinforced by the lengthening darkness. I miss the warm summer evenings, when twilight would last forever, and tomorrow was unwritten and so far away, and I, in my innocence and the comfort of forever knew nothing of today.

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