Every night I convince myself I’ll change Every morning I wake up all the same
In an instant, perfect clarity becomes overcast; wrought with emotional indecisiveness. Life is woven of that fragile fabric we observe so beautifully clear amidst moments of vulnerable insecurity. A glimpse, a fleeting wisp of light, lifts our eyes gently, allowing us to bear witness, a flash of Her elusive brilliance.
My parents may not have been able to afford me much, but they gave me space and room to grow. And that is exactly what I needed. So, in the end, I am thankful.
Sometimes all you need is an affirmation that life will take care of itself. Find strength in the resolve of others.
We are so connected. In the complete vacuum of space, movements are dictated by relationships of energy. We are pulled towards an infinite amount of forces at every frame. Things move and energy changes form. We are moving movers. The smallest, most minute singlet of energy has the same effect of moving and being moved. […]
I feel disgusting; my body is covered in a thin layer of congealed sweat. I’ve been walking around a pool barefoot for the last 7 hours cleaning up after entitled parents and their entitled brats, insulting my credibility as an adult, while they watch their all-star shitheads compete for candy and admiration. Now I’m at […]
Unfulfilled desires the ones that keep us wanting leave an empty heart discarded. Unmatched emotions the ones that we crave the most leave an empty heart unguarded. I’m a wreck and I’m running out of time. A one trick pony, with a one track mind.
Escapism is a drug with an inescapable hangover.
It’s late and I should be asleep. Nothing good happens this late at night. No one knows what’s good for them – many think they do and are convincing enough to herd sheep – our eyes are never open wide enough to see. I’ll just put on my favorite record and forget.
The world is a weird place. It’s even weirder at night. I like New York because being awake at midnight doesn’t seem as bizarre or unordinary. Humans are predictable, habitual; staying up late is counterintuitive. It’s comforting and unnerving at the same time; I shouldn’t be awake, and everything is less recognizable. Because we are […]
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