A love letter written to myself.
Children, drunken in the last rays of sun, squeeze every last drop from these hours, as spectres of the world are swallowed, and they, clinging to this day, deny the night. To bed! To bed! They will not go. We who know, at some point, the child must sleep, lay ourselves down willingly, and surrender […]
Morefor when i am quite, quite nothing, then it is everything. When i am trodden quite out, quite, quite out, every vestige gone, then i am here risen, and setting my foot on another world risen, accomplishing a resurrection risen, not born again, but risen, body the same as before, new beyond knowledge of newness, […]
MoreDear World, Reading the news today is distressing, to say the least. I don’t know how you feel about it, but speaking from my own experience over the past few weeks, the more of it I read, the more panic attacks I have, and it’s nearly destroyed my psyche. What can this self do against […]
MoreDear One, Turn your eyes now that you’ve seen what your thoughts will do when you throw them into the wide chasm of possibility, and see what you made behind you: a whole universe reflecting back an image of the thoughts you put into it. What does it tell you about you? Look as far […]
More“Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines” by Pablo Neruda Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, “The night is starryand the blue stars shiver in the distance.” The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. […]
MoreTO: Both of Us FROM: one to the other RE: Dependency I don’t need you to tell me what I want to hear, or do what you think that I’m expecting. I don’t need you to validate me sexually or approve of the things I’m thinking. I don’t want you to measure every word to […]
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To Whom It May Concern 