Thursday, March 10, 2016
Monday, June 22, 2015
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Monday, May 18, 2015
Thursday, January 8, 2015
There is simply too much.
A cloud of despondency plagues my state of consciousness, raging and battling as I sit and lick the wounds.
The spinning- the melting of the walls and the floating of the floors.
Everything becomes as lava and my views of reality become a distorted perversion of what once was. What was it once? What is it now?
How does one define anything? It appears that the definitions of my existence remain subjective and fluid, never rooted or grounded in a discernable resolution.
Bleeding fingers from lines and lines of incomprehensible nonsense...are these even words?
Stop the spinning!
Let me settle, where is the calm amongst the chaos?
The weight on my chest and the inability to breathe, is just simply too much.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
The beauty that surrounds me is unbearably glorious....