Children are little diviners. Seeing people and connections that are not there. Faces appear in the wood grain and balloons take on personality. Oh how children love balloons in particular. Temporary friends you can lead by the hand. If only they could last forever. They are in essence the first representation of death for a…

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What you want is so close. Dangling just out of reach. The only barrier between you and it is pain. So you bite down and take it. *** Somehow, you do not see to get any closer. Yet it remains. A reward as intangible as an idea. So you bite down and endure. *** You…

Why am I like this? I do things I know I never need to. Abandon the activities I do. Even the things I want to do are not spared. Like the most round about kind of self harm. A slow boiling where the temperature always turns up a little more. *** I pray constantly that…

Please tell me what you want to hear. Let me be more than a hollow prayer. A vessel for everything you need. Empty of all that might hurt you. A gentle hug. An echoing sigh. Just never let me fall to obscurity. For I carry you with me.

They have done me wrong. They know it. I know it. So they fear retribution. Guard against the opportunity for me to have a chance. But they are mistaken. Why would I use that chance on them? Hope is too precious a feeling to waste it on revenge. They don’t know that. I do. They…

Beware those who weave with fake strings. False threads disguised as truth. Both end points are definitely real. But they never had anything in common to begin with. *** Beware those who weave with fake strings. They know exactly what they are doing. They seek to weave the most complex web they know. All to…

Truly losing means not starting again. Sleep holds me as a willing prisoner. No sunbeam or alarm could raise me. For when you are lost, you are empty. Or at least seek to be empty. Empty without thought. For the emptiness is the only place that pain does not exist. The last hold out when…

Progress means growth. The most unusual beauty can form from the core. Fertilized by the ashes of struggle. A brilliant flower of silver. Crystalized solid from the soul. Ichor that belongs to myself only. I could protect this bloom or melt it down. Convert it back to energy to fuel myself. But the mythical ichor…

I crave you like whale song. You speak to me of something more. Where I could not live. Where I could not follow. The idea of you hand in hand with the unknown. Like sneaking out in the middle of the night to stargaze. Almost anything could exist in the dark. Your very being is…