Day 255:

A heart that beats out against still skin. Unsure of what to do. Though deep inside an energy begins. That lets my hope renew. I do not fear I’ll be long here. Lying in this bed. My umbrella has a jaunty dance. At the dark clouds overhead. I would walk the world three times. Then … More Day 255:

Day 253

I got sick, From eating my emotions. It exploded across the sheets. I made this bed, So I guess I’ll sleep. Held down by all these ties. Loyally unable to pledge allegiance to myself.

Day 251:

I am tearing at my face again. Frustration makes the foundation of my mind. Time suppresses me and ticks away purposeless. I won’t stay here. As I weave my web of lies I wonder how I’ll escape. The moralities of convenience eat away at me. I wish I could I be away from all this. … More Day 251:

Day 250: Dancing

In any one instance I am perfectly still, perfectly unfeeling, perfectly non existent. Life is movement, nothing more than a state of change. Maybe that’s why we love to dance. Something that holds all our being but lacks any trace of autobiography. When I dance I feel the lines fuzz between myself and the world … More Day 250: Dancing