You are my twin star. Born of the same flame. Developing under similar conditions. Mirroring flaw and talent alike. Traveling throughout the universe in time. A bond not just anyone can replace. *** We might shoot off in different directions entirely. Or am I seeing it all in reverse? But the moment we need someone…

Sometimes I wonder what my gifts are. They could be what make me feel good. But that seems to come and go. A one two tempo that ability never seems to match. Whimsical and obeying its own rules. A song experimental in nature. *** The gifts could be what makes other people feel good. Creating…

Sometimes the struggles seem never ending. They crash against me one after the other after the other. Causing damage all around me. Until I am afraid that I might break as well. Snapped in half from the weight of it all. Doomed from the start. *** As cruel as time is towards me though, it…

I hope you are proud of yourself. You that leeches from the poor. Seeing an easy target and moving in for the kill. Giving only to take away along with a little extra. Who cares if that extra goes to you or the abyss. The only thing that matters is it existed in the first…

Be gentle with yourself. Not just because it is what you deserve but because it is what you need. A breath. A rest. An eventual inhale in between the screaming. Encouraging to reevaluate the situation. *** Healing does not happen under pressure. That is how pressure sores are formed. Oozing, blistering, open wounds that only…

Sometimes I dream of an endless night. Catastrophic. Immutable. The end of the world as we know. As I know. Sun and gentle warmth forever smothered under black. The edge of all reality to my mind and sanity. But even then, all is not lost. Of course everything is ended but a new system emerges.…

Scenic vistas painted on a hospital walls. Cartoon, realistic, or modern, it does not matter. They always look the same to me. Meant to distract the eye and calm. No lasting substance beyond what you might find on your own on google images. Bland enough to make your mind as sick as the body in…

Words are a fickle thing. Everyone can think the same thing when being told a sentence. Or wildly different experiences that do not overlap at all. For example, being told that a Christmas tree is red could have two different definition for people. The line between a tree decorated with the color red and a…

Everything is alright. You can pry it from my cold dead hands. Pull it from me as easy as a snake from a hole. I will cling to it as long as my strength lasts. I have worked hard to get here. Nothing will take it away from me before the inevitable time. *** Of…

Doctor, please, do you have anything for the pain? I’m not really asking for a perfect cure. Just make it a little more tolerable. Just so I might sleep easily with myself. Think with a clear unclouded head. Unburdened. *** The doctor answers my please with those little round pills. Always a month’s supply at…