again and again, again.

again i hear footsteps awaken the creaks in the floor again. who the fucks at the door? night stand machete laid neatly in drawer revolver neath queen mattress. in case of a quarrel but there's nothing. just repentance, contempt, intentions dissolved gun powder, protein drinks, and penniless thoughts could've sworn there was something. apparently not… Continue reading again and again, again.

houston

i didn't want this to happen. didn't want to get launched into saturn. unmanned vessel. haunted mansion. it's so hard to imagine myself even a month ago. don't even remember how to breathe without thinking of you. i breathed differently before. connect the dots in the sky. constellation prize. consolation, sky. but now I'm an… Continue reading houston

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.