How many hours, spent. Ruminating, writing, recollecting past mistakes. Words, transcribed to page, lessons and…
Leave a CommentNightmare Of Modernity Posts
There will be nights like this. Alone, terrified. There will be days, where calmness may…
Leave a Comment
I feel like it’s me. Cursed, This, thing inside me. An infectious melancholic virus. A…
Leave a Comment
This heartache has woken the quiet demon from its slumber deep. Its whispers now, a…
Leave a Comment
I remember the hotel room. Our bodies warm, intertwined, in that quiet repose, when you…
Leave a Comment
Within the crowds I think of the trials those around me face. All the anguish,…
Leave a Comment
You were my tether, A conduit, to rouse me from isolation. So, without your presence…
Leave a Comment
In the bliss, our first moments. I was found. Our union, my salvation. Your touch,…
Leave a Comment
Once I’d had her in the bed, it all came flooding back. The romanticism, the…
Leave a Comment
In this bitter grief rife with paroxysms of a madness and panicked delirium, behind the…
Leave a Comment