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…

Humans are great at creating tools. Digging themselves into and out of problems. Every single one carries a great bag. Some work and some don’t. Those that function and those that are broken. Carried around as a memento to past issues solved. A personal trophy just for you to look at. Maybe it is not…

I’m afraid I have had a slip. Slipped right over the lip. The lip I built for myself to protect from the worst. I never thought I would need more. Ending up on my back staring at where I just was. I have been here before and will be here again. Climbing back up is…

Ah, it is pretty quiet, you know? Being a brain in a box can be cozy. Sure, rarely it can be loud. The beeps and chimes of necessary intervention. That is temporary. The rest of the time, you can hear the world. Living out of a box means less insulation. The quiet parts of the…

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It was a lot wasn’t it? All you have been through so far. Would you do it over again? Lived out the same trials without change. Or maybe you would navigate issues differently. Logic says you probably would. *** Hope is not always logical. I have had dreams where it is very obviously the end…

There is only one way to fight serious demons. You need to come up with serious dreams. Healing fire to counter all that burns. Pressure washing the grime away to expose the cracks. That is where the demons hide after all. They scurry into the darkest place around and take root. Claiming that area as…