A little more; its not enough.
Without a hit I'll break apart.
And when I do, disintegrate into a shell of my very being,
I realize the frailty of my own humanity.
Haunted by monsters and paradoxes, I wonder: Is the only way to life through new life?
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Thursday, October 9, 2014
The passing of time; a tyrant tormenting his skin
The collective of his being, slowly dissolves the will within
While struggling to reach the surface to breathe
He becomes the shadow of who he used to be.
Until its time to not be
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
He walked steadily on the sidewalk as if he was taking a journey in time.
His every step, a different age.
His every breath, another place.
The reflection of the Gray sky walked alongside him on the wet sidewalk.
Bright headlights from passing cars observed him indistinctively.
He travelled through time but only on the sidewalk.
That is why he never travelled anywhere.