Mar 20, 2022
I'll be in the Rain, Forrest.
Letting go of your ashes.
I'm there yet, but I will be.
Things like this don't happen to me.
or do they?
I'll be asking a question that doesn't have an answer.
Mar 14, 2022
I mention a potion.
The love I feel for him.
Admixtures, mush and slipping.
My knows, my body doesn't.
The word start comes up.
One flower pushing up through the concrete.
It wasn't an accident, he was leaving.
On this day.
Mar 7, 2022
The more I learn, The less I know.
What's worth dying for? Opium, Mandrake, Cannabis?
Junkies die a recreational death without ceremony, artless.
I didn't know, I circle. I can't know.
Is there a god? There are thousands, we create them, they use us.
Fire, wind, water.
Preverbal. A Void