a letter to no one, or a letter to whoever i think i am, or was.

fulfillment is neat. it fills you up, inside, and out. your skin glows, you say hi more often, and sometimes the sun shines brighter than average. not, sometimes, but more so all the time. even on rainy days, you can see the sun. its hidden, but you know it's there, and you smile and the… Continue reading a letter to no one, or a letter to whoever i think i am, or was.

last time you said stop

sigh i don't get it. they tell me to write happy things. the thing is you don't feel the need to discuss your happiness on paper when you're happy. you just embrace the moment and live it. i don't want to talk about that. momentary silence. dusk lit bedroom apartment buzzing of cars from traffic… Continue reading last time you said stop

figure me out.

it's beginning to show the way intertwining dividends between time invested, and growth. sore throat, sore back, sore humdrum. the ever growing size of my blood pump squeezing out of the thorax. 500 pound live, flesh chief alien invasion. the least entertaining showcase of something alive. imagine going to sleep, with binary code in your… Continue reading figure me out.