"Life without the test of goodness,
Is the life lived purposeless...
The thought of the possible extinction of...
The pain I feel isn’t hurting
This endless blue can’t be real...
Go to work.
Go home...
I've finally reached the top
Of the mountain I would climb...
In a world where I am Christen Kuikoua,
Yet each day, I question if it's truly me...
A look of stoic resignation
Utter defeat, distilled acceptance...
Arrows in quiver
All yearn to reach for the sky...
A:
As I die...
I just watched an eighty-year old man sing "You...
I can't help but think how few relationship last...
Of a mind that’s glad, dopamine-laced silken...
stays awhile, close by, sobre feet planted to...
Laughter on the wind,
It doesn’t trouble me...