melancholy and the infinite sadness

Having one of those nights the kind when sleep seems like the only escape but tomorrow feels just as frightening.

Nothing is ever as it seems.

just when you think you've figured out everything, when you feel the tug of reigns pulling within your grip, that's when the road be...

she tried to close her eyes to the sound. perhaps, just maybe, that physical movement would translate into a disconnection between space and...

A couple months ago you asked me why we stopped being friends. i told you the truth, as i understood it then. but tonight i really uncovere...

some days words are a waste of time.

insomnia is an odd thing. it's productive in the most counterproductive of ways. mine always seems riddled with self-criticism. doubt...

the world spins without stopping, just like the clock. it's amazing how everything behind disappears when you're walking forward. ...

just sitting here in my room, television on, white noise mind wanders lucid. and i realise, i've got the biggest smile spread across...

and there came a moment when i realized that i no longer wanted to run from my problems. instead, every last ounce of my existence desired ...

sometimes, when you navigate by the stars, the days can feel a bit daunting...

and you kissed away the fear...

and unanswerable questions begin to answer themselves. the why's, the how's... there comes a moment when the mind opens wider than ...

when she opened her eyes, nothing happened. nothing changed. the world did not stop, the skies did not fall, there were no ashes, there were...

and then something breaks something inside gives the ledge falls and for a moment you are weightless

Last night, for the first time in over a year, I actually laughed in my dreams. Maybe this is what healing looks like.

Sometimes it just grips you and takes over. A prison built from within. You know it will pass, eventually. But in those moments, it's...

I can visualize these words as they pass your lips. The universe is an interesting beast.

sometimes i look at photos of the life that once was mine. i can see the holes. there's a lot i can see these days.

Sometimes I feel like a train.

Solve et coagula.