Sep 26, 2021

Realizing you were never born.

Twisting and turning.

Suddenly he gave up.

Is everything a game of words?

Grief is religious. I never knew myself.

I face two little coffins...use them.

It's a ghost. Walk on me.

Sep 19, 2021

I was afraid for his life.

A fence made out of iron spears.

He gives me some boxing pointers.

"and then you gotta have that realization, the fights over"

Any addiction is self-imposed slavery.

I hear his laugh, I feel his voice.

A passacaglia underscores my confessions of envy.

I'm forced to awaken to a sharper...

Sep 12, 2021

How may I help you?

Are we responsible for our actions?

How does this work?

I sweet talked (manipulated) my way into many opportunities.

I had a pot farm.

Private school, gigs, college, art making, steady job: It seemed like life was going our way.

pills... remember I'm here to help you.

I'm responsible. what now? I...

Sep 5, 2021

He died 4 years ago tonight.

I recount a sort-of near death experience, with a gun.

I gave his car away, his most adult possession.

Drugs don't kill, people kill.

Addiction turns your brain into a weapon you turn against yourself. 

I was and still am selfish.

What could make this possible?