One day soon, she and the swarm would be one.
~this week’s poems~
. . . I wondered how my thin skin got so crowded inside . . .
A whirlpool of crows swirls above, justifying our murderousness
. . . sepia nostalgia
Hell is regret.
I’m mid-swallow, staring at my computer screen.
I should really update my Goodreads profile. I remember I signed up years and years ago. I’m not sure I’d even put out Decline yet. I can’t recall. But obviously it makes sense to have an updated profile on popular platforms. Speaking of which, I keep meaning to write more of these blog posts forContinue reading “Buzzing Fluorescence”
My demographic can worry about a lot of shit (i.e. “first-world problems”). I’m exhibit A there. It’s good to have some perspective sometimes so one doesn’t get TOO deeply mired in this shit-filled swamp (where I live, of course), but at the same time, it reminds me of a basketball saying (or any sport, IContinue reading “Perspective”
Misery does, indeed, love and need company. Sometimes I ease up on my overwhelming dark thoughts because I don’t want to bring others down to my level. It’s one thing to have good company down at the bottom, but quite another to drag someone down to the bottom. Not that I would be able to—I don’t thinkContinue reading “Misery”