A million fallen certitudes.

Encircling these loose threads around my fingers, giving into the fragrance that still lingers upon the surface of this woolen shawl, I wonder how much longer before this too shall fade away, before this too shall untangle itself from me, and become another forgotten regret, another uncomfortable silence. I wonder how much longer before the …

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Lanes.

I have learned when you come across a person that carries genuine preciousness in their eyes, not the sharded worldly desires or some swollen earthly melodies, take a moment and commit their beauty to your heart. Let it occupy space, let its rarity drive away the chaos that bleeds through these mismanaged lanes, because once …

The night burns.

The night burns, The laughter burns, The nonsense ridden words also burn, Within empty eyes, And broken smiles. They burn down to ashes, Gentle and unfamiliar against the timid philosophies of minds unaware, of souls that lurk within depthful sorrows, of hearts that suffocate within caged confines, of the battles lost to an injustice of …

Morbid.

​I'm sitting again in this broken ride, Travelling distances vast and slow, Adjoining pieces from a soulful scatter, Setting places up,  Bringing fields to vision, When there are ruthless knives That strike inside. When there are scars still fresh, Wounds that still bleed. When there are questions too deep, Resting in voids And reasons too …