I'm haunted by this notion that one day, in the future, I will no longer care about the things I do now. I'm passionate and obsessive, I think about thoughts and muse about musings whenever I can. Sometimes I over-think. Sometimes I get really obsessive. But I care about things. I care about social justice. I care about the environment, I want to make changes and I believe in my ideals but something keeps bugging me. I he...

Allay me of my palette, this crimson range of stain. It plagues my heart and taints my art with memories of pain.

Lay not on that sheet for the memories that lie within press tender on your sores. Lay not on that sheet as the pages close upon us and our toil draws a blank. Lay not on that sheet. It is not wise in the least to tempt what’s held in thread.

Stop the Waterf a L L. It Trickles Down My Spine And Lets Me Know You Are Not Mine You Make Me Melt You Make Me Sweat The Birthday Candle To My Cigarette The Water Balloon  To My Underground Tunnel I Feel Your Chill In The Caverns Of My Head And To My Head You Lend Some Bitterness, Resent But Also Some Obsession My Altarpiece, Ghent Waves Of Glamour Waves Of Terror Waves Of Something That Throws Me Into A Crisis Why Is Th...

Gently, I awake to the whistle of the wind. I let out a quick sigh as I lift one eyelid, then immediately close it with neglect for time. For a brief moment, my head is silent, but the next my mind is inundated with emotions and obligations and you. I pull the covers over my head, as if this simple cloak will shield my psyche from unpleasant thoughts. But alas, the unpleasantness cycles on repeat. Anger, frustration, barg...