The urge to tell stories,
to tell the story...
Here I am tarnished, a blemished soul
searching for anything to complete me, make me...
Nightmares haunt me rather I am asleep or wide...
I wonder how far can I bend before I actually...
They say I’ve got an OCD
But really, folks, I’m just so me...
“untethered”
shelves of faces wheel past our names...
I live at point zero,
where no idols rise from belief...
I’m sorry for my depressing posts.
Usually I’m more inspired...
Contemplating the ocean's depth,
I find the mirrored silence of my soul...
I’m in my car.
Outside the heat is...
My lullabies were screams
To me they sounded sweet...
An artist creates
only in the presence of light...
The sun forgets my name again,
I wake in gray, I stay in bed...