Frostbite

Faith is another sunrise I never believed in.
Deprived in my eyes from your dusty pride
Your love is like the pouring rain on a glass;
A…

A Cynic’s Account of Depression

As a child, I used to be full of energy, countless blastful opportunities lined up ahead of me, just within my grasp, albeit only seemingly. The older I got, the more aware I became of what reality really is. And that is where all the problems seem to stem from.

Sea

Prepared,
Never ready,
Facing the surface,
In a puddle,
On a puddle,
Floating.
It’s not that waves drown the sea,
It’s the,
I want,
I want,
Someone to…

The Turn of The Tables

Motion of brushes

Down and up, there and back