I refuse to believe in woeful synchronicity. Disclaimer: Reading any of the written works published herein may result in dreadful luck. Proceed with conviction.
I carry monsters some monsters with me… they lived in the dark place that I’m from
With an audible sigh…
… I curse the world to gain some clarity.
Things weren’t so black or white before…
In a wakeful contradiction, it lays fact between my fiction,
Tangling subatomics, it unravels as its tricks spin
deeper toward the outward, it won’t let up til I give in.