Dissection of Self

Liquid courage gave me company and created individuals to fill a void that was formed in childhood. Words slurred together…

Afterlives Told In 40 Different Ways

Life is unpredictable. Death isn’t.

Forgotten.

Stagnant, Jitters, Mourning Morning, Maze, Questions

I can’t enjoy you.

The taste of coffee quickly turns sour as a lump forms in my throat. I regret everything that I ate today: a small macaroni…

Sticky Notes.

Strokes of blues, oranges, and pinks washed against the skyline, peaks of trees and buildings swiftly leaving my sights. The music in…

Bullets.

My body is a warzone.

Once my eyes opened in the morning, I regretted waking up. A deep groan rumbled…

Deaf ears.

I sink into my chair and slowly become intoxicated with myself.

Can’t stop. Won’t stop.

If I had the ability to edit my life, I would. 100%

Monotone/Monochrome

B/W

I wish I was a robot.

Why not?

“Today will be the day that I will compose a masterpiece!”